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

He was an old cowboy
you understand
His eyes were sharp as blades
His face was leather

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

He was so I swear
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 of life
He spat his boots
And he

"It's horses
women
Older
money"

He and all his teeth
Were covered 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
That 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 was all on fire
He at me
And he you are a liar

"Son, faster horses
women
Older
money"

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

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

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 readily

"Son, it's horses
Younger
whiskey
money"

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Older
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