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 deer season's done
We got one weekend to go
And I'd like to kill one doe

So shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're still in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind 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 up last night in the grip of a fright scared to breathe for I might make a noise
This that we craved so little we saved between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys

We grew up and our children don't know what that means
We turned our parents before we were out of our teens
Through a 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 on a couple more years 'til the pension kicks in
Then we'll all the stock in the store
only the lock on the door
And what then

When I wake up at night in the grip of a and you hold me so tight to your chest
your breath on my skin still 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 for the walleye and perch
Tell him it's not your job to 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
Hold on to your beads
me to my mischievous deeds like we always do