Luyện nghe bài hát Drive By

It was the day in July
And all along Santa Monica
Cars were still
And a gleaming tube
Would all the way from Highland
to La Brea
And she met under the Los sunshine

(A man was sitting at the wheel)
A young man was at the wheel
On his way to make a
(On his way to a pickup)
Turned off the
(Turned off the aircon)
Rolled the window
( Rolled the window)
And to sweat
(To sweat)

Out the Hollywood hills
He saw the clouds
great dark towers of rain
Ready to come down
Any day now
Not a day too
(Any day now)

And as the music in
(As the music in)
From cars
(His eyes to slip)
His started to slip
This is the of his dream
(Sing silver, sing, sing blue silver)

This is the story of his
(His dream, his dream)
The of his dream