Luyện nghe bài hát Coyote

No regrets
We just come such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all in the studios
And you're up on your ranch

You'll be brushing out a brood tail
While the sun is
And I'll be getting home with my reel to reel
There's no

Just how close to the bone and the and the eyes
And the you can get
And still so alone
And still feel

Like stations in some
not a hit and run driver no, no
Racing
You just up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning
In the of nowhere
In the middle of the
And we rolled right that tragedy
Till we turned into road house lights

Where a band was playing
Locals were up kicking and on the floor
And the next thing I
coyote's at my door

He pins me in a corner and he won't no
He drags me out on the dance
And we're close and slow
Now got a woman at home
He's got woman down the hall

He seems to want me
you have to get so drunk
And me on that way
You picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the lines on the freeway

I looked a right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old town
He went through the whisker wheat
Chasing prize down

And a was playing with him
was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes just like
Under dark glasses

probing the public rooms
And peeking through in numbered doors
Where the players their wounds
And take temporary lovers

And their pills and powders to get them through passion play
No coyote
I get off up aways
You just picked up a
A of the white lines on the freeway

in the coffee shop
He's a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his
While he's watching the legs

too far from the Bay of Fundy
From and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned
And the carbon ribbon

Are spelling it out so
Either he's going to to stand and fight
Or off out of here
I to run away myself
To run away and wrestle my ego

And this flame
You put here in this
In hitcher
In prisoner
Of the white lines
Of the white lines on the free, way