Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

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

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

He was so thin I
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 spat his boots
And he

"It's faster
Younger
Older
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 is just
A way to say
And buffalo is all
means to me"

I told him I was a
I was lookin' for the
I do not care for
women 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 jerked him to his

There was somethin'
And laying by my head
So I to believe
The he said

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

If my boy ever me
What it is I have learned
I think
I readily affirm

"Son, it's faster
Younger
whiskey
money"

Faster
women
Older
money

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