Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy in The Jungle

Cowboy in the
By: jimmy

There's a in the jungle
And he so out of place
his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as white as

Headin' to paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and
Now he's in porto bello
his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the
Night and day raisin' hell
And his original destination's another
Story he loves to tell

With no for the future
He seems in control
From a ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to

Roll with the
Play all of his
Make the best of came his way
What he lacked in
He made up with
Plowing straight come what may

Steel in the distance
And their floats across the bay
american women in moomoos
Talk all the things they did today
And their husbands about fishing
As slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught and who sat on his butt
But the only show in town.

They're to drink all the punches
They all may their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six
Seems that ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may.

I don't want to live on kind of island
No I don't to swim in a roped off sea
Too for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the are free.

Alone on a midnight
I can count the falling
the southern cross and the satellites
They remind me of we are
around in circles
it day to day
And twenty four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that a stay.

We've gotta roll with the
Learn to all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever your way
Forget that ambition
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight come what may
And there's a cowboy in the