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 more to go
And I'd to kill one more doe

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

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

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

Now the big boxes out on the are shaving us thin
I guess we'll hold on a more years 'til the pension kicks in
we'll sell all the stock in the store
Leave only the lock on the
And wonder what

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

So if Monsignor should you aside as you're leaving the church
And I'm out on the ice, dropping for the walleye and perch
Tell him it's not your job to me to the fold
And I'd rather stand out in the

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