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

(D. Rodriguez)
Comfort me, she,
With conversation,
the cocktails
And the
In your
It's how we hunger
For inspiration,
And else
that money won't buy.
Men lied,
Many good girls gone astray,
Just to hear the play
one lilting cowboy tune,
And as the run dry,
And the blow away,
They sing of and how they lay,
Beneath crazy frontier moon.
I no golden boy,
I ain't no dancer,
And I ain't no loudmouthed
the West,
I'm not the of man
all the answers,
But I surely know the
that 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,
Between the and the sublime,
And the muses back their own.
It's a for your thoughts,
a dollar for your 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,
out here on the fringe,
Of my borderlands.
Counting the
the sun shone golden her head,
Lying on the banks of the edge,
up some Southeast Texas sand.