Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo River Home

I've been taking off and but this airport's closed
And how much thicker fog is gonna get, well, God only knows
Just when you think you've got a grip
sneaks off, it gives you the slip
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the

Tearing the cotton fields and bus shelters
Of the south, running skelter
through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call own

Mixing up with mixed feelings
All the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a
no rider in the flesh and bone
Looking for his buffalo home

I've been the wagons down at Times Square
Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but fits there
when you think you can let it rip
You're pounding the pavement in daddy's wingtips
As if you had some place else to go or a way to get there

Tearing the cotton fields and bus shelters
Of the south, running helter
through the Mississippi Delta
With no to call your own

Mixing up with mixed feelings
All along the was peeling
Down to an blanket on a pony
With no rider in the and bone
Looking for his buffalo home

Now, only two things in life but I forget what they are
It seems either hanging on a moonbeam's coat tails
Or wishing on
Just you think that you've been gypped
The bearded comes and does a double back flip
You run off and join the circus, ya, you just let pony ride

through the cotton fields and bus shelters
Of the south, running helter
Down through the Delta
With no place to call own

up drinks with mixed feelings
All along the was peeling
to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no in the flesh and bone
for his buffalo river home

Let that ride
for his buffalo river home
Let that pony
Let pony ride