Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Snow Leopard & The Tanqueray Cowboy

"Comfort me", she, "With your conversation
With the cocktails and the in your eyes"
It's funny how we for some inspiration
And everything else that, money just won't buy

Men have lied, many good girls have gone
Just to the gypsy
Play one more lilting cowboy
And as the rivers run dry and the blow away
They of lovers and how they lay
Beneath this crazy moon

I ain't no golden boy, I no Grecian dancer
And I ain't no loudmouthed from the West
I'm not the of man with all the answers
But I surely know the that suit me best

But lately I've had something on my
It's growing all the time
Calling out when I'm
But I'm a poet and I'm bound to the line
the real and the sublime
And give the muses their own

It's a penny for your thoughts, it's a for you kisses
Keep a running tab on the
'Cause I've got the most of is what she misses
The clock is hers, the is mine

But I'm her lover, not a man on revenge
Hanging out on the fringe o
Of my native
the days the sun shone golden across her head
Lying on the of the bayou's edge
Kicking up Southeast Texas sand

"Comfort me", said she, "With conversation
With the cocktails and the candlelight in eyes"
It's how we hunger for some inspiration
And everything else that, that just won't buy
And everything else that, money just won't buy
And everything else that, that money just