Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy in The Jungle

Cowboy in the
By: buffett

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

Headin' south to
Where the sing and shout
Now he's stuck in porto
Since his all ran out
So he out with the sailors
Night and day raisin' hell
And his original destination's just
that he loves to tell

With no plans for the
He seems in control
a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to to roll

Roll the punches
all of his hunches
Make the best of came his way
he lacked in ambition
He up with intuition
straight ahead come what may

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

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

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

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

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