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 boots and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as as paste

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

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

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

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

They're tryin' to all the punches
They all may their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years five or six days
that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight come what may.

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

Alone on a midnight
I can count the stars
While the southern and the satellites
They remind me of we are
Spinning in circles
it day to day
And still twenty four 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 comes way
Forget that blind
And to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may
And there's a in the jungle