Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses (The Cowboy And The Poet)

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

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

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

I I had to ask him
the mysteries of life
He spat his boots
And he

"It's horses
Younger
whiskey
money"

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

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

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

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

"Son, it's horses
Younger
Older
money"

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

was somethin' cold
And shiny laying by my
So I to believe
The he said

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

If my boy ever me
What it is that I learned
I that
I will readily

"Son, it's horses
women
Older
money"

Faster
women
Older
money

Faster
Younger
whiskey
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It's faster
Younger
whiskey
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