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

He was an old cowboy
you understand
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 could have him for a whip
He had to drink a
To keep his on his hips

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

"It's horses
Younger
Older
money"

He smiled and all his
Were covered with tobacco
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 for the truth
I do not care for
women or the loot

I said I was a
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 jerked him to his

There was 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 comfort of

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

"Son, it's faster
women
Older
money"

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