Luyện nghe bài hát Faster Horses

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

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

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
About the mysteries of
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 lookin' for the
I do not care for
Whiskey women or the

I said I was a
My was all on fire
He at me
And he you are a liar

"Son, faster horses
Younger
Older
money"

Well, I was
If I say the
I grabbed him by the
And I him to his feet

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

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

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

"Son, it's horses
Younger
whiskey
money"

Faster
women
Older
money

Faster
Younger
Older
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It's faster
women
Older
More