Luyện nghe bài hát Coyote

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

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

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

Like in some relay
You're not a hit and run no, no
Racing
You just picked up a
A prisoner of the lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse down
In the middle of
In the of the night
And we rolled past that tragedy
Till we turned some road house lights

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

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

He seems to me anyway
Why'd you have to get so
And lead me on way
You just picked up a
A prisoner of the white lines on the

I looked a coyote in the face
On the road to Baljennie my old home town
He went running the whisker wheat
Chasing prize down

And a hawk was playing him
Coyote was jumping straight up and passes
He had those same eyes just like
Under dark glasses

Privately probing the rooms
And peeking through in numbered doors
Where the players lick their
And take temporary lovers

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

in the coffee shop
He's a hole in his scrambled eggs
He up my scent on his fingers
While watching the waitresses' legs

too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and
And the air cubicles
And the ribbon rides

Are spelling it out so
Either he's going to to stand and fight
Or off out of here
I tried to run away
To run away and wrestle my ego

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