Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

He was an old time
you understand
His were sharp as razor blades
His face was leather

His were pointed inward
From a on a horse
He was an old
Philosopher of

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

I I had to ask him
About the mysteries of
He between his boots
And he

"It's faster
Younger
whiskey
money"

He smiled and all his
Were covered with stains
He said, "It don't do men no
To pray for and rain"

"Peace and rain is
A way to say
And chips is all
means to me"

I him I was a poet
I was for the truth
I do not for horses
women or the loot

I I was a writer
My was all on fire
He at me
And he you are a liar

"Son, faster horses
Younger
Older
money"

Well, I was
If I say the
I him by the collar
And I jerked him to his

There was somethin'
And shiny by my head
So I started to
The he said

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

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

"Son, it's faster
women
Older
money"

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