Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Dog Soup

William Yeats in jeans
Got up to play guitar and
In join in Mission Beach last night

At the door sat Tom
In a pork pie hat and skates
Jugglin' collection plates Jesus Christ

Townes Van Zandt at the bar
a Hollywood movie star
Can't remember he parked his car
Or to whom he the keys

Full of and hillbilly haiku
What's a poor Ft. boy to do
Go on rhyme for 'em, man
him how you really feel

Ain't no in poetry
That's sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can

Cold dog and rainbow pie
Is all it to get me by
Fool my till the day I die
dog soup and rainbow pie

Ginsberg and
Shootin' dice and Ramblin' Jack's guitar
the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it

And sat in the back and drank for free
And rhymed orange Rosalie
Now a pride of lions to draw to

Ain't no in poetry
That's what sets the free
I've had all the freedom I can

Cold dog soup and pie
Is all it to get me by
my belly till the day I die
Cold dog and rainbow pie