Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

Who's that coming the road
A from the sea
He looks a lot me
I'd him anywhere, had to stare

at his fingertips
A halo 'round his
He must have lost his
He should be put away, right

In the of the night
He me his water pipe
His were searching
Deep inside my head, here's what he

Sorry, I stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry
But I'll send you a tape from

New York City has
And it's crashed my head
I beneath the bed
Fighting, biting nails, pale

The at my window
And the at my door
I can't it anymore
I guess I'll have to fly, it's a try

banging on the wall
But there's no party to
The singer of the of his soul
So he's been

Sorry, I can't stop and now
I'm in kind of a anyhow
But I'll you a tape from California

From the mirror of my mantle to the on my bed
Trapped upon a stolen stage, a at best
My are all repeating, my ballads growing blind
Words have turned to water, the women to wine

The draft is debating
If they'd like to my life
I'd sooner take a
And have raise a child or two, you?

Peace has turned to
And the flag has blown a
courage is confused
And now all the brave are in the

Century is
Have a happy ending
To the victor go the ashes of the
Seeds in the

Sorry, I stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry
But I'll send you a tape California

The fuller brush man
Is farming out his
I stabbed him with my
And then I tapped his with my rose

He crawled inside himself
Now he's after me
Dropping in my tea
He to save his soul, rock and roll

One of us understand
It's not the that makes the man
Then a of a movie star walked by
He must have been

Sorry, I can't stop and now
I'm in kind of a anyhow
But I'll send you a from California

Half the is crazy and the other half is scared
Madonnas do the for the naked millionaires
The anarchists are while we're racing for the moon
It doesn't a seer to see that the scene is coming soon

So who's that coming down the
A from the sea
He a lot like me
I'd him anywhere, had to stare

A fire around his
A around his spine
He must have his mind
He should be put away,

by the slaughter
Now I'm boarding at the
the echoes of my ecstasy appear
Wish I was

Sorry, I stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a anyhow
But I'll send you a tape California