Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

He was an old time
Don't you
His were sharp as razor blades
His was leather tanned

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

He was so thin I
You could have used him for a
He had to a beer
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
whiskey
money"

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

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

I him I was a poet
I was lookin' for the
I do not for horses
Whiskey or the loot

I I was a writer
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

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

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

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

"Son, it's horses
Younger
whiskey
money"

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