Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

Honey, don't you be yelling at me I'm cleaning my gun
wash the blood off the tailgate when deer season's done
We got one weekend to go
And I'd like to kill one doe

So I'll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're in a stew
I bet the tender's widow won't mind that I can't please you
She's got the run of the men
Out here where the are thin and there's not much to do

I woke up last night in the grip of a fright to breathe for I might make a noise
This life we craved so little we saved between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys

We grew up hard and our children don't know what means
We turned into our parents we were out of our teens
Through a series of and Fords
The occasional spin round the floor at the Copper

Now the big out on the bypass are shaving us thin
I guess hold on a couple more years 'til the pension kicks in
we'll sell all the stock in the store
Leave only the lock on the
And wonder what

When I wake up at night in the grip of a fright and you me so tight to your chest
Then breath on my skin still pulls me back in 'til I'm weightless and then I can rest

So if Monsignor should pull you aside as leaving the church
And I'm out on the ice, dropping for the walleye and perch
Tell him not your job to bring me to the fold
And I'd rather stand out in the

And honey I know that the woodpile's low and you can't the flue
So I'll split up a couple more cords 'fore the winter through
on to your rosary beads
Leave me to my mischievous like we always do