Luyện nghe bài hát Los Angeles, I'm Yours

There is a by the sea, a gentle company
I don't suppose you to
And as it tells its tale in harrowing detail
Its hollowness will you

It streets and boulevards, and oligarchs are here
A plaintive melody, symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the
Los Angeles, I'm

Old pleasant and demure, sallow cheeked and sure
I can see undies
And all the you drag about an empty fellow found
From Saturdays to

You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at
is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel
Los Angeles, my

Oh, what a rush of ripe elan, on divans
Dallyiant and
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine, the and decay
It only makes me

A great calamity, ditch of inequity here
How I abhor this place, its and bitter taste
Has left me wretched on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm
Los Angeles, I'm
Los Angeles, I'm