Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Jackalope

The country's a sigh of stars
A bitch's from a buzzard's egg
fortune seekers
West coast diggers, southern forgetters
There's something

I'm for hope in a junk sick river
Trying to find the other two bits on my
fault lines and phone lines
On every breath of every
There's wrong

The Prairie's bearing the vulture's
The whippoorwill on a lonesome call
From the twilight to the
There's something

I'm looking for the jackalope in a out car
In the dirt behind the
Through a window on a blackened building
There's wrong