Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Dog Soup

William Butler Yeats in
Got up to guitar and sing
In some in Mission Beach last night

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

Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood star
remember where he parked his car
Or to he lost the keys

Full of angst and haiku
a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on somethin' for 'em, man
Show him how you really

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

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

Ginsberg and
Shootin' and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar
With the paintin' pickguard on it

And they sat in the back and drank for
And rhymed orange with
Now there's a of lions to draw to

no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet
I've had all the freedom I can

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