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 stretched all the way Highland
to La Brea
And she met the Los Angeles sunshine

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

Out over the Hollywood
He saw the building
Like great dark of rain
Ready to come down
Any day now
Not a day too
(Any day now)

And as the drifted in
(As the drifted in)
other cars
(His eyes to slip)
His eyes started to
This is the story of his
(Sing blue silver, sing, sing silver)

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