Luyện nghe bài hát Looking For The Jackalope

The breathing a sigh of stars
A bitch's baby a buzzard's egg
fortune seekers
West gold diggers, southern forgetters
something wrong

I'm panning for in a junk sick river
Trying to the other two bits on my dollar
Down fault lines and lines
On every of every dawn
something wrong

The Prairie's the vulture's child
The whippoorwill on a lonesome call
From the twilight to the
something wrong

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