Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

He was an old cowboy
you understand
His eyes sharp as razor blades
His face was tanned

His toes pointed inward
a hangin' on a horse
He was an old
Philosopher of

He was so I swear
You could used him for a whip
He had to drink a
To keep his on his hips

I I had to ask him
About the of life
He spat between his
And he

"It's horses
women
Older
money"

He and all his teeth
Were covered tobacco stains
He said, "It don't do men no
To for peace and rain"

"Peace and is just
A way to say
And chips is all
That to me"

I him I was a poet
I was lookin' for the
I do not for horses
Whiskey women or the

I said I was a
My soul was all on
He at me
And he you are a liar

"Son, it's faster
Younger
Older
money"

Well, I was
If I say the
I grabbed him by the
And I him to his feet

There was cold
And laying by my head
So I started to
The he said

Well, my poet days're
And I'm back to me
As I the peace a
And comfort of

If my boy asks me
What it is that I learned
I think
I readily affirm

"Son, it's faster
women
Older
money"

Faster
women
Older
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horses
Younger
whiskey
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It's faster
Younger
Older
money