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

He was an old time
Don't you
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 I swear
You could have used him for a
He had to drink a
To his breeches on his hips

I I had to ask him
About the of life
He spat his boots
And he

"It's faster
women
Older
money"

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

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

I him I was a poet
I was for the truth
I do not care for
Whiskey women or the

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 grabbed him by the
And I jerked him to his

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

Well, my poet 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 that
I readily affirm

"Son, it's horses
Younger
whiskey
money"

Faster
Younger
whiskey
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horses
women
Older
money

It's horses
Younger
whiskey
More