Luyện nghe bài hát Canyons & Caverns

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

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

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

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

are Lincoln logs and cookie tins
And colored blocks and to win
I draw and I dream and beat my drums up

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

Now the strong and the fruit's all wrong
And my, my call's for somebody else
And now the TV's hoax and neurosis

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

I see canyons, I see
And I see roadside taverns
And I am captive by the big blue sky above me

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