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
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap
And his as white as paste

south to paraguay
Where the sing and shout
Now he's stuck in bello
his money all ran out
So he hangs out the sailors
Night and day they're hell
And his destination's just another
that he loves to tell

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

Roll the punches
all of his hunches
Make the best of whatever his way
What he lacked in
He up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come may

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

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

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

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

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