Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

He was an old cowboy
Don't you
His were sharp as razor blades
His face was leather

His toes were 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 a beer
To his breeches on his hips

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

"It's faster
Younger
whiskey
money"

He and all his teeth
covered with tobacco stains
He said, "It do men no good
To pray for and rain"

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

I told him I was a
I was lookin' for the
I do not care for
Whiskey or the loot

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

"Son, it's horses
women
Older
money"

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

There was somethin'
And shiny laying by my
So I to believe
The things he

Well, my poet over
And I'm to bein' me
As I the peace a
And comfort of

If my boy asks me
What it is that I have
I think
I will readily

"Son, faster horses
Younger
Older
money"

Faster
women
Older
money

Faster
Younger
whiskey
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It's faster
women
Older
money