Luyện nghe bài hát Magura

Take me to
To the years away
The tinkling of the
And of drying hay
The rainfall in the
wash away my fears
And all the foolish
That I've throughout the years
1 grew up in the city Not far East L.A.
rows of dusty palm trees
And of freeways
Traffic and cholos
And perverts in the
And girls who sold
Their little after dark
So me to Magura....
I'll a little garden
up astronomy
And for supernovas
In galaxies
I'll go to bed by
And wake up with the
And my old guitar
this sad world rolls along