Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

Honey, don't you be at me when I'm cleaning 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 shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're still in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind I can't please you
She's got the run of the men
Out here where the pickin's are thin and not much to do

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

We grew up hard and our children don't know what that
We turned into our parents we were out of our teens
Through a of Chevys and Fords
The occasional 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 the pension kicks in
Then we'll sell all the stock in the
Leave only the lock on the
And what then

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

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

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