Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Cowboy

You dig /everything in life / everything you've
Everywhere been / you have been thinking all of the time
Everything that's happened to you / has made or construed to brood
At least passively in the life of the
You dig / memory is / nothing gets away
Everything you touch / a place / deep inside your inner clutch
And it seems gigantical scenes / in from your outer dreams
mental stuff in your own skully hutch
And once you think it / naught you can do to stop / you've got to cop
Nevertheless the can really wig you
Like sometimes I'll / go for a run / there's nothing I to run to
When all of the sudden the thought begins / a feeling like in my brain lives an alien / And it gets funky then
I think / maybe I am just a little 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 getting / dig?
Shooting a sparkle-chemical in the atmosphere, here
& thinking that I'm thinking of thinking / makes me think a kink
In a way / that only goes to cite Descartes was right!
You dig /everything in life / you've seen
Everywhere you've been / you have been thinking all of the
that's happened to you / has been made or construed to brood
At least passively in the life of the
You dig / is such / nothing gets away
Everything you touch / finds a place / inside your inner clutch
And it seems gigantical scenes / pouring in from outer dreams
Wrinkle mental stuff in own skully hutch