Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Writing a Novel

I ran down the road, pants to my knees
Screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a too much to me!"
And I'm writing a novel because never been done before

house that I saw I wrote house up on the door
And the people who lived there they had to get out "cause my reality is realer than yours"
And no time for the present
And there's a dog on the bed

I to the backyard to burn my only clothes
And the dog ran out and said "you can't turn nothing nothing is with me no more"
Well I'm no but that monkey might be right
And if he is I'll be him my whole life

I rode to Malibu on a buggy with Neil
He said "you're gonna have to drive me down on the if you ever want to write the real"
And I said "I'm sorry, young man is your name again?"

Now everywhere I go in West
It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress and the actress wishing that could
We do ayahuasca
Baby if I holding all these drinks

Something 'bout the way Violet her hair
That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to bumming twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't any new friends, Momma
But I really use something to do
So if you're up for it
I swear you have to be my muse

Heidegger and Sartre, poppy tea
I sworn last night I passed out in my van and now these guys are pouring one for me
I'll never leave the 'cause I'm surrounded on all sides
By people writing novels and living on amusement