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 boots and his cheroots
And his skin as white as

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

no plans for the future
He still seems in
From a bronco to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to

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

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

They're to drink all the punches
They all may lose lunches
Tryin' to lost years into five or six days
Seems that ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead 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
I've got to be where the and the water are free.

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

We've roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our
Makin' the of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may
And there's a in the jungle