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

He was an old time
you understand
His eyes sharp as razor blades
His face was leather

His toes pointed inward
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 between his boots
And he

"It's faster
women
Older
money"

He smiled and all his
Were covered with stains
He said, "It do men no good
To pray for and rain"

"Peace and rain is
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 or the loot

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

"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 things he

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

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

"Son, faster horses
Younger
Older
money"

Faster
Younger
whiskey
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Faster
women
Older
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It's horses
women
Older
money