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 more to go
And I'd to kill one more doe

So I'll the sidewalk again 'cause you're still in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's 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 night in the grip of a fright scared to breathe for I might make a noise
This life that we craved so little we saved 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 we were out of our teens
a series of Chevys and Fords
The occasional spin round the floor at the 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
Leave the lock on the door
And wonder what

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

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

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