Luyện nghe bài hát Mexico

by Grace

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

There used to be tons of and green
Comin' up from Mexico
A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del
translation is: "Where is the plant, my friend, of the sun."]

But is under the thumb
Of a man we Richard
And he's come to call himself
But he's a man
And he know a thing
how to deal for you

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

You're famous Uncle
For your Mexican
a legend Owsley
For your dope

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