Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Writing a Novel

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

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

I went to the backyard to 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 doctor but that monkey be right
And if he is I'll be walking him my life

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

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

Something 'bout the way Violet her hair
That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner bumming twenties as if I was the
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

and Sartre, drinking poppy tea
I could've sworn last night I 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 and living on amusement rides