Luyện nghe bài hát Magura

Take me to
To while the years
The tinkling of the
And of drying hay
The in the mountains
Will wash my fears
And all the foolish
That done throughout the years
1 grew up in the city Not far from L.A.
With of dusty palm trees
And of freeways
jams and cholos
And in the park
And girls who sold
Their little after dark
So me to Magura....
I'll a little garden
Take up
And for supernovas
In neighboring
I'll go to bed by
And up with the dawn
And my old guitar
While this sad world along