Luyện nghe bài hát Eight Miles High

Eight miles high and when we touch
You find that stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where going
Are just being their own

Nowhere is there warmth to be
Among those afraid of their ground
town known for its sounds
Embrace it as faces abound

In July, 1965, The Byrds visited Great Britain. I was twelve.
You even born yet. That situation continued.

Round the and out in the storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless
Sidewalk scenes and limousines
Some living, some standing