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 was leather tanned

His toes were pointed
a hangin' 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 his breeches on his hips

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

"It's faster
women
Older
money"

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

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

I him I was a poet
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 faster
women
Older
money"

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

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

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

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

"Son, it's faster
Younger
whiskey
money"

Faster
Younger
whiskey
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Faster
women
Older
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It's faster
Younger
whiskey
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