Luyện nghe bài hát Coyote

No regrets
We just from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all in the studios
And up early on your ranch

You'll be brushing out a mare's tail
While the sun is
And I'll be getting home with my reel to reel
no comprehending

Just how close to the bone and the skin and the
And the you can get
And still so alone
And still related

stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run no, no
Racing
You picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the

We saw a farmhouse down
In the of nowhere
In the middle of the
And we rolled right that tragedy
Till we turned into road house lights

Where a band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the
And the next I know
That coyote's at my

He pins me in a corner and he take no
He drags me out on the floor
And dancing close and slow
Now got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the

He seems to want me
Why'd you to get so drunk
And lead me on way
You just up a hitcher
A of the white lines on the freeway

I looked a coyote in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old town
He went through the whisker wheat
some prize down

And a hawk was playing him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making
He had those eyes just like yours
Under your dark

Privately probing the rooms
And peeking through keyholes in numbered
Where the lick their wounds
And take their temporary

And their pills and powders to get them this passion play
No coyote
I just get off up
You picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee
staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his
While he's watching the waitresses'

He's too far the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and
And the air conditioned
And the ribbon rides

Are it out so clear
Either he's going to to stand and fight
Or take off out of
I to run away myself
To run away and wrestle my ego

And with this
You put here in eskimo
In hitcher
In prisoner
Of the fine white
Of the white lines on the free, way