Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Cowboy

You dig /everything in life / everything seen
Everywhere been / you have been thinking all of the time
Everything that's to you / has been made or construed to brood
At passively in the life of the mind
You dig / memory is / nothing gets away
Everything you touch / finds a / deep inside your inner clutch
And it seems scenes / pouring in from your outer dreams
Wrinkle mental stuff in your own hutch
And once you think it / naught you can do to stop / you've got to cop
the thought can really wig you
Like I'll / go for a run / there's nothing I expect to run to
When all of the sudden the thought begins / a feeling like in my brain there an alien / And it gets funky then
Then I think / maybe I am just a man in a space capsule
Riding 'round in a balloon / deep down inside my
(Some big old giant's - dig?)
I'm driving the running / the motion sequence of running and pushing and Pumping the oxygen in the plumbing / sumping on to some-way
keep on moving the giant / keeping him pliant
Right now an arch-typical synap-tically of light / a anatomical hit
Is right now down / dig?
Shooting a sparkle-chemical in the atmosphere, here
& thinking that I'm thinking of thinking / only makes me think a
In a way / that only goes to cite Descartes was right!
You dig /everything in life / everything you've
Everywhere you've been / you have been all of the time
Everything that's to you / has been made or construed to brood
At least in the life of the mind
You dig / memory is such / gets away
Everything you touch / finds a place / deep inside inner clutch
And it seems gigantical / pouring in from your outer dreams
Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully