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 and shout
Now stuck in porto bello
his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the
Night and day they're hell
And his original just another
Story he loves to tell

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

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

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

They're tryin' to drink all the
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 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 where the and the water are free.

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

We've gotta with the punches
Learn to play all of our
Makin' the best of whatever your way
that blind ambition
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come may
And there's a in the jungle