Luyện nghe bài hát Canyons & Caverns

On a made of oakwood
There's a photograph from my
It was in the desert early light

I look a lot like a
With a Mexican and a red hippie hat on
Maracas in my left hand and in my right

And are canyons, there are caverns
are border roadside taverns
I am held captive by the big sky above me

She with the TV on
I smell the June cut grass my pappys lawn
I play in the little room upstairs, hey, hey, hey

There are Lincoln logs and tins
And colored and wars to win
I draw and I and beat my drums up there

are circus lights and maple leaves
And are daffodils and dogwood trees
And I am held captive by the big sky above me, yeah

Now the coffee's strong and the all wrong
And my, my wakeup for somebody else
And now the hoax and neurosis jokes

Always keep my laughing at
I laugh a lot and what I do
And I learn the things I never knew

I see canyons, I see
And I see border roadside
And I am held captive by the big sky above me

I'm only by the big blue sky
I am held captive by the big sky above me