Luyện nghe bài hát Coyote

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

You'll be brushing out a mare's tail
the sun is ascending
And just be getting home with my reel to reel
no comprehending

Just how to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the you can get
And still feel so
And still related

Like stations in relay
You're not a hit and run no, no
away
You picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the

We saw a farmhouse down
In the middle of
In the middle of the
And we rolled right past that
Till we turned into some road house

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

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

He seems to want me
Why'd you have to get so
And lead me on way
You just picked up a
A of the white lines on the freeway

I looked a right in the face
On the road to Baljennie my old home town
He went running the whisker wheat
Chasing some down

And a hawk was playing him
Coyote was jumping straight up and passes
He had those same just like yours
Under your glasses

Privately probing the public
And peeking through keyholes in numbered
the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary

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

Coyote's in the shop
He's staring a in his scrambled eggs
He up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the legs

He's too far the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and and tides
And the air cubicles
And the ribbon rides

Are spelling it out so
Either going to have to stand and fight
Or off out of here
I tried to run away
To run away and wrestle my ego

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