Luyện nghe bài hát Copper Canteen

Honey, don't you be at me when I'm cleaning my gun
wash the blood off the tailgate when deer season's done
We got one weekend to go
And I'd to kill one more doe

So I'll shovel the sidewalk again you're still in a stew
I bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind that I please you
sure got the run of the men
Out here the pickin's are thin and there's not much to do

I woke up last in the grip of a fright scared to breathe for I might make a noise
This life that we craved so little we between the grandparents graves and the grandchildren's toys

We grew up hard and our children don't know what that
We turned into our parents before we were out of our
Through a series of and Fords
The occasional spin round the at the Copper Canteen

Now the big out on the bypass are shaving us thin
I guess we'll hold on a couple years 'til the pension kicks in
Then we'll sell all the stock in the
only the lock on the door
And wonder then

When I wake up at night in the grip of a fright and you me so tight to your chest
Then your breath on my skin pulls me back in 'til I'm weightless and then I can rest

So if should pull you aside as you're leaving the church
And I'm out on the ice, dropping lines for the and perch
Tell him not your job to bring me to the fold
And I'd stand out in the cold

And I know that the woodpile's low and you can't close the flue
So I'll up a couple more cords 'fore the winter time's through
Hold on to rosary beads
Leave me to my deeds like we always do