Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of The Snow Leopard And The Tanqueray Cowboy

(D. Rodriguez)
Comfort me, she,
your conversation,
With the
And the
In your
It's how we hunger
For inspiration,
And everything
money just won't buy.
Men lied,
Many good girls have astray,
to hear the gypsy play
one more lilting tune,
And as the run dry,
And the mountains away,
They of lovers and how they lay,
this crazy frontier moon.
I no golden boy,
I no Grecian dancer,
And I ain't no cowboy
the West,
I'm not the of man
all the answers,
But I surely know the
suit me best.
But lately had something on my mind,
growing stronger all the time,
Calling out I'm alone,
But I'm a
And I'm to walk the line,
the real and the sublime,
And give the muses their own.
a penny for your thoughts,
It's a dollar for kisses,
Keep a tab on the time,
what I've got the most of
Is she misses,
The is hers,
The is mine.
But I'm her lover,
Not a man on revenge,
Hanging out on the fringe,
Of my borderlands.
the days
the sun golden across her head,
Lying on the banks of the edge,
Kicking up some Southeast sand.