Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn's Highway

Indians scattered on highway bleeding
Ghosts the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Me and my -ah- mother and - and a
grandmother and a grandfather - were through
the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of
had either hit another car, or just - I don't
know what happened - but there Indians scattered
all the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. was the first time
I tasted fear. I been about four - like a child is
a flower, his head is just floating in the
breeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it,
- is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead
Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were
running around freaking out, and leaped into my
soul. And they're in there.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile mind.
Blood in the streets in the town of New
Blood stains the roofs and the trees of Venice
in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of L.A.
Blood screams her brain as chop off her fingers
Blood be born in the birth if a nation
Blood is the rose of union
Blood on the rise, following me.
Indian, Indian what did you die
says, nothing at all.