Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai Cowboy

You dig /everything in life / you've seen
Everywhere been / you have been thinking all of the time
Everything happened to you / has been made or construed to brood
At least passively in the life of the
You dig / memory is such / nothing gets
Everything you touch / finds a place / inside your inner clutch
And it gigantical scenes / pouring in from your outer dreams
Wrinkle mental stuff in own skully hutch
And once you it / naught you can do to stop / you've simply 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 / a feeling like in my brain there lives an alien / And it gets funky then
Then I / maybe I am just a little man in a space capsule
Riding 'round in a balloon / down inside my head
(Some big old giant's - dig?)
I'm driving the running / the motion sequence of running and pushing and Pumping the oxygen deep in the plumbing / sumping on to
Some-how keep on moving the giant / keeping him
Right now an arch-typical synap-tically of light / a anatomical hit
Is now getting down / dig?
a rapid-fire 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 that Descartes was right!
You dig /everything in life / everything you've
Everywhere you've been / you have thinking all of the time
Everything that's to you / has been made or construed to brood
At least passively in the of the mind
You dig / memory is such / nothing gets
Everything you touch / finds a place / deep inside your inner
And it seems gigantical scenes / pouring in from your outer
Wrinkle mental stuff in own skully hutch