Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

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

So I'll shovel the again 'cause you're still in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind that I please you
sure got the run of the men
Out here where the pickin's are thin and there's not 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 between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys

We grew up and our children don't know what that means
We turned into our before we were out of our teens
a series of Chevys and Fords
The occasional round the floor at the Copper Canteen

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

When I wake up at night in the grip of a fright and you hold me so tight to your
Then your breath on my skin pulls me back in 'til I'm weightless and then 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 and perch
Tell him it's not your job to bring me to the
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 split up a couple more cords 'fore the winter time's
Hold on to your beads
Leave me to my deeds like we always do