Luyện nghe bài hát Magura

Take me to
To the years away
The tinkling of the
And smells of hay
The rainfall in the
Will away my fears
And all the foolish
That I've done the years
1 grew up in the Not far from East L.A.
With rows of dusty trees
And millions of
Traffic jams and
And perverts in the
And girls who sold
little bodies after dark
So me to Magura....
plant a little garden
Take up
And search for
In galaxies
I'll go to bed by
And wake up the dawn
And my old guitar
While this sad world rolls