Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

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

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

I woke up last in the grip of a fright scared to breathe for I might make a noise
life that we craved 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 we were out of our teens
Through a series of and Fords
The occasional spin round the at the Copper Canteen

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

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 skin still pulls me in 'til I'm weightless and then I can rest

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

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