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 cheroots
And his as white as paste

south to paraguay
Where the sing and shout
Now he's in porto bello
his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the
and day they're 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 ride to a ten foot
He had to learn to roll

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

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

They're tryin' to 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 come what may.

I don't want to live on that kind of
No I want to swim in a roped 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 count the falling
While the cross and the satellites
remind me of where we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And still four hours may be sixty good years
still not that long a stay.

We've gotta roll with the
to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever your way
that blind ambition
And learn to trust intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come may
And a cowboy in the jungle