Luyện nghe bài hát Canyons & Caverns

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

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

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

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

There are Lincoln logs and cookie
And blocks and wars to win
I and I dream and beat my drums up there

are circus lights and maple leaves
And there are daffodils and trees
And I am captive 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 hoax and neurosis jokes

Always keep my laughing at
I a lot and that's what I do
And I learn the things that I never

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

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