Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

Honey, you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my gun
wash the blood off the tailgate when deer season's done
We got one more to go
And I'd like to one more doe

So I'll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're still in a
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 the pickin's are thin and there's not much to do

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

We grew up hard and our children know what that means
We turned into our parents before we were out of our
Through a series of and Fords
The occasional spin round the at the Copper Canteen

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

I wake up at night in the grip of a fright and you hold me so tight to your chest
Then your breath on my skin still pulls me back in 'til I'm 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 walleye and
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the
And I'd rather out in the cold

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