Luyện nghe bài hát Lightfoot

Sidemen come out first, John Stockfish bass
Looks at the world through the of Nashville
The and Charlie McCoy, he's just a boy

The guitarist Red Shea
really come a long, long way
Since rhythm rocker jangle and go red

And Lightfoot, Edwardian, suddenly
His hair blondish and poetic, he is less than vinyl
His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his

He is the of Alberta
The side street Chicago
The beauty of Toronto

He is an artist, he is an
He is an artist Sistine masterpieces of pine and fur and backwoods
Still echoes long ago the winter night of July and then the outcome
Of an early rainfall

I sit softly among the rest there for him to paint his pictures
And as the go-go went round and our heads were in a spin
I thought about the Crossroads, in the morning rain and Rosanna

I'm not saying that I'm sorry, I'm just telling you story
And when magic calls, you can write it on your walls
that's what walls are for

He is an artist, he is an
He is an painting Sistine masterpieces of pine and fur and backwoods

He is an artist, he is an
He is an artist painting Sistine of pine and fur and backwoods
Still echoes ago the winter night of black July and then the outcome

He is an
He is an artist masterpieces of pine