Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy dreamed of a man
Probably dreamed thing that a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle rider an all around hell of a hand
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his
And his are the bones in his soul
And rivers of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo

Well the chutes are all the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride
Well it's pull his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old town
The horse in eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's
And the boss is a hollerin'
Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all
And the spot on the sawdust...
[ dobro - ]
With his spurs in his shoulders the horse comes
It's like some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the a grinnin'
fine there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its feet the whistle she
And the men rush to his side
As pull him away he hears one of 'em say
to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his
And his dreams are the in his soul
And it's all true right in front of his eyes
Cause the feller who won the big rodeo