Luyện nghe bài hát High Times

Little white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day
She's got a right to be lazy, flat out of to breathe
And it's cold baby, yes cold
But is relative, can't you see we're living in?

High times, dig the new
through high times, just don't crash my spiritual plane

Little white, she was hungry
Told to go out and for it
At the end of the rainbow she was blown
To be staring at a of shit
And hard baby, yes it's hard
But with a intuition you can shift position in the

High times, touch the stone
Living high times, pick up that spiritual phone

packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt
Ten ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the
I've whored myself enough to know, baby
You don't come with the customers and smile when spoken to in

High times, the cosmic vibe
Living through high times, hey, has Baker died?
Living through high times, my all out of line
Living through high times, man, like '69
Living

High times, high times, high times, times, high times