Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

Honey, you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my gun
I'll wash the off the tailgate when deer season's done
We got one more to go
And I'd to kill one more 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 and there's not much to do

I woke up last night in the of a fright scared to breathe for I might make 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 don't know what that means
We turned into our before we were out of our teens
a series of Chevys and Fords
The spin 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 'til the pension in
we'll sell all the stock in the store
Leave only the lock on the
And wonder what

I wake up at night in the grip of a fright and you hold me so tight to your chest
Then your breath on my skin still pulls me back in 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 me to the fold
And I'd rather stand out in the

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