Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

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

So I'll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause still in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's widow mind that I can't please you
sure got the run of the men
Out here the pickin's 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 that we so little we saved between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys

We up hard and our children don't know what that means
We turned into our parents before we out of our teens
Through a series of Chevys and
The spin round the floor at the Copper Canteen

Now the big boxes out on the bypass are us thin
I guess we'll hold on a couple more years 'til the pension in
Then we'll sell all the in the store
only the lock on the door
And wonder then

When I up at night in the grip of a fright and you hold 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 you're leaving the
And I'm out on the ice, dropping lines for the and perch
Tell him it's not your job to me to the fold
And I'd rather stand out in the

And honey I know that the woodpile's low and you close the flue
So I'll up a couple more cords 'fore the winter time's through
Hold on to your rosary
Leave me to my mischievous like we always do