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

He was an old cowboy
Don't you
His eyes were sharp as razor
His face was tanned

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

He was so thin I
You have used him for a whip
He had to drink a
To his breeches on his hips

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

"It's horses
Younger
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 rain is
A way to say
And chips is all
That to me"

I told him I was a
I was for the truth
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, faster horses
women
Older
money"

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

There was somethin'
And shiny by my head
So I started to
The he said

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

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

"Son, it's faster
women
Older
money"

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Younger
Older
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It's faster
Younger
Older
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