Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy in The Jungle

Cowboy in the
By: jimmy

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

south to paraguay
Where the gauchos and shout
Now he's stuck in porto
Since his all ran out
So he hangs out the sailors
Night and day they're hell
And his original just another
that he loves to tell

With no plans for the
He still in control
From a ride to a ten foot tide
He had to learn to roll

Roll the punches
Play all of his
Make the best of whatever his way
What he in ambition
He made up intuition
Plowing straight ahead what may

band in the distance
And their music floats the bay
american women in moomoos
Talk all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about
As they those rum drinks down
Discussing who what and who sat on his butt
But it's the show in town.

They're tryin' to all the punches
They all may lose lunches
to cram lost years into five or six days
Seems that ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' ahead come what may.

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

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

We've gotta with the punches
Learn to all of our hunches
the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind
And learn to trust intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may
And a cowboy in the jungle