Luyện nghe bài hát Mexico

by Grace

Owsley and Charlie, of the trade,
Come to the Poet's
Talking about the of the leaf,
And yes, it'll be back

There to be tons of gold and green
Comin' up from Mexico
A donde la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
[The is: "Where is the plant, my friend, of the sun."]

But Mexico is the thumb
Of a man we Richard
And come to call himself king
But a small-headed man
And he doesn't know a
how to deal for you

How to for you
There are of you now
I mean it's not as if you alone
are brothers everywhere
Just waiting for a toke on gold
And God how far it can go

You're famous Charlie
For your smoke
You're a legend
For righteous dope

There a half a million people on the lawn
And we sang to the in the dark
How long must damn race
Wait for the jailer's to end?
How must the Panther race
Wait for the bars to bend?
And no no no no no nobody