Luyện nghe bài hát Incarceration of a Flower Child

Do you me ? how we used to be helpless and happy and blind ?
without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ?
Laying on the living-room floor on those tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first jasmine or jade.

do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me on the floor,
gonna get cold in the 1970's.

You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better, you just to had to to that man.
Please believe me, I'll whenever I can.
in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day,
You plead with the who's running the show,
"please don't take jasmine away and me alone."

Don't do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just with me here on the floor,
gonna get cold in the 1970's.