Luyện nghe bài hát Lightfoot

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

The guitarist Red Shea
Who's really come a long, way
Since rocker jingle jangle and go red

And Lightfoot, Edwardian, striped
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 street near Chicago
The grim beauty of

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

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

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

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

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

He is an
He is an artist masterpieces of pine