Luyện nghe bài hát Culver Moon

I in a small town . . . deep in LA
About miles north of where the Lakers play
Everybody from someplace else
Working all together just Santa's elves
Baby, me
And I'll you
the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing the mists of June
And the whole is lit up by the Culver Moon
don't worry 'bout Angelyne
She ain't the thing I've ever seen
Nothing she wears fits her right
And her complexion is just a too tight
And the way she looks down from so high
Makes me think the poor child's never in love
Baby, me
And I'll you
When the are shining with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing the mists of June
And the whole is lit up by the Culver Moon
Baby I'm going to you 'til the stars come down
'Til they park their and they walk to town
'Til the L.A. river overflows its
'Til the whole alternative nation bows its head in thanks
'Til the fish are in Ballona Creek
the earth is inherited by the meek
Baby, me
And Culver you
When the streets are with the smoggy dew
When the lights are glowing the mists of June
And the whole world is illuminated by the Moon
Under the rainbow and behind
From the aisles of to the 405
MGM to Veteran's Park
Way at Chippendale's fumblin' in the dark
Where the ghostly specter of Howard
Hovers in the smoke of a bar-b-ques
Baby, me
And I'll you
When the streets are shining with the dew
the lights are glowing with the mists of June
And the whole is lit up by the Culver Moon
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