Luyện nghe bài hát Incarceration of a Flower Child

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

do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't about it, don't think about it, don't think 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 to had to speak to that man.
believe me, I'll visit whenever I can.
Laying in your little white room with no and three square sedations a day,
You plead with the doctor who's the show,
"please don't take away and leave me alone."

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