Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn's Highway

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

Me and my -ah- and father - and a
grandmother and a - were driving through
the desert, at dawn, and a load of Indian
workers had either hit another car, or just - I
what happened - but there were Indians scattered
all the highway, bleeding to death.

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

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

in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible
Bloody red sun of L.A.

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

Indian, Indian did you die for?
says, nothing at all.