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 season's done
We got one more to go
And I'd to kill one more doe

So I'll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't that I can't please you
She's got the run of the men
Out where 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 make a noise
This life that we craved so little we saved between the graves and the grandchildren's toys

We grew up hard and our children don't know what that
We into our parents before 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 bypass are shaving us
I guess we'll hold on a more years 'til the pension kicks in
we'll sell all the stock in the store
Leave 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 Monsignor should pull you aside as leaving the church
And I'm out on the ice, lines for the walleye and perch
Tell him not your job to bring me to the fold
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 through
Hold on to rosary beads
Leave me to my deeds like we always do