Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

He was an old cowboy
Don't you
His eyes were sharp as blades
His face was tanned

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

He was so thin I
You could have him for a whip
He had to drink a
To keep his breeches on his

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

"It's faster
Younger
whiskey
money"

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

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

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

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

"Son, it's horses
women
Older
money"

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

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

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

If my boy ever me
What it is that I have
I that
I will affirm

"Son, faster horses
Younger
whiskey
money"

Faster
women
Older
money

Faster
women
Older
money

It's faster
Younger
whiskey
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