Luyện nghe bài hát In California

My heart became a runt
on the day I sunk in shunt,
to tap me
of all the
and the I have seen,
I left my home:

My home, on the old Lake,
where the darkness does so fast,
it feels like some kind of
(just they told you it would;
just the Tulgeywood).

When I came my land,
I did not
dry rot, nor the burn pile,
nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
nor the bear.

But is another,
who is a older.
I broke my bone,
he carried me up the riverside.

To spend my
in
of the love that I known,
I stay here, in an endless eventide.

And if you and see me,
you will the order.
You come and see me,
for I set apart.
But when you and see me,
in California,
you the border of my heart.

Well, I have sown untidy
my soul,
but I am a coward,
content to see my grow
so & full
of else's flowers.

But
I can almost the power.
I am so in love with you
(like a little
that on the edge of the hour,
only ever out "Cuckoo, cuckoo").

I called you,
you, one,
in a bad way,
did you me?
Do you me?
Time will if I can be well,
and rise to you rightly.
While, across my land,
brandishing
like a branch,
the tallow-colored,
deer,
as gondoliers,
while I all night, for you,
in California,
the fox pick off my goldfish
from their sorry, golden
and I am no
afraid of anything,
the that, here, awaits.

I belong to anyone.
My heart is as an oil drum.
And I don't to be alone.
My is yellow as an ear of corn,
and I have my soul apart, from
artlessly with fool commands.

Some
I just go to sleep at all,
and I stand,
in my doorway like a sentinel,
all alone,
bracing like the bow a ship,
and abandoning
any thought of
but home,
my home.
Sometimes I can feel the power.
And I do you.
Is it timing,
that has it such a dark hour,
only ever out,
"Cuckoo, cuckoo"?

My heart, I you down, I know.
think straight,
keep a clean
keep wearing down.
If I my head,
just where am I to lay it?

(For it has me,
to be around,
here, the daphne,
blooming out of the big
I am to it, but I'm overgrown.
I have my roots
on the earth, as as roe,
here,
in California.)