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 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 won't mind that I can't please you
sure got the run of the men
Out here where the are thin and there's not much to do

I woke up night in the grip of a fright scared to breathe for I might 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 that means
We into our parents before we were out of our teens
Through a series of Chevys and
The occasional spin round the floor at the Copper

Now the big out on the bypass are shaving us thin
I guess we'll hold on a couple more years the pension kicks in
Then we'll sell all the stock in the
Leave only the on the door
And what then

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 'til I'm weightless and I can rest

So if Monsignor should pull you aside as leaving the church
And I'm out on the ice, dropping for the walleye 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 woodpile's low and you can't close the
So split 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