Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn's Highway

Indians on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile mind.

Me and my -ah- mother and - and a
grandmother and a grandfather - were driving
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 over the highway, to death.

So the car pulls up and stops. was the first time
I fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is
like a flower, his is just floating in the
breeze, man.
The I get now thinking about it, looking
back - is that the of the ghosts of those dead
Indians... maybe one or two of 'em... were
running around freaking out, and just leaped my
soul. And still in there.

Indians scattered on dawn's bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile mind.

in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm of Venice
Blood in my in the terrible summer
red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they off her fingers
Blood will be born in the if a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious
on the rise, it's following me.

Indian, what did you die for?
Indian says, at all.