Luyện nghe bài hát Covering Hallowed Ground

I was in the haight
a guest from l.a.
Wearin
a hat on my head.
The spirit of the
Was all

high on hippie hill
We the sacred ground.
hallowed ground.

Well, I was of the slot
By closing
My black chaps
the crystalline tide.
I wheelied down an
shined with lube

Checked the of sylvester
By the of the man on the moon.
hallowed ground.

When daybreak
I hit the beach but no sand,
Though peter and paul
Were at hand.

A bared his knife
And drew a of black and whites -
A he d written, way back when,
Had my life.