Luyện nghe bài hát Lou Reed

We were drivin' West Texas
The land of beef and
Where they the hides of leather
We wear in New York

In a along a roadside
Behind a broke down
On a dusky side of
We saw a figure dressed in

And we don't mean to sound like trippin
But we to God
We saw Lou
Cow tippin', cow

Hey Lou, "Is you?"
She said as we to the shoulder
He said, "Go screw"
And then he turned and one over

Under a spitshine sky
The color of varnish
Hey, it's Fellini
Actually, I'm thinkin' like Jim Jarmusch

And we say how much we've been sippin'
But we to God
We saw Lou
Cow tippin', cow

I got cops on the
I said, "I got a story to tell
Lou is in the cow pen"
said, "Oh, no, not again"

And we hope our perceptions isn't
But we to God
We saw Lou
Cow tippin', cow

Cow tippin', cow
Cow
You really think that was Lou
Cow

I'm sure it was, he was black Levis
Cow
I thought he was a
Cow

He's tippin' them over, he wasn't eating them
Cow tippin', oh, cow