Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn's Highway

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

Me and my -ah- and father - and a
grandmother and a - were driving through
the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of
workers had hit another car, or just - I don't
know what happened - but there were scattered
all over the highway, to death.

So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first
I fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is
like a flower, his head is just 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
running around freaking out, and leaped into my
soul. And still in there.

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

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

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

Indian, Indian what did you die
says, nothing at all.