Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

Who's that coming down the
A sailor the sea
He a lot like me
I'd know him anywhere, had to

at his fingertips
A 'round his spine
He have lost his mind
He should be put away, away

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

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

New York has exploded
And it's crashed my head
I dove the bed
Fighting, biting nails, turning

The landlord's at my
And the burglar's at my
I take it anymore
I guess I'll have to fly, worth a try

banging on the wall
But no party to recall
The of the shadows of his soul
So been told

Sorry, I can't and talk now
I'm in of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a tape from

the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed
Trapped upon a stage, a Barrymore at best
My rhymes are all repeating, my ballads blind
Words turned to water, the women turned to wine

The board is debating
If like to take my life
I'd take a wife
And have a child or two, wouldn't you?

Peace has to poison
And the has blown a fuse
courage is confused
And now all the brave are in the

is bending
Have a happy ending
To the go the ashes of the spoil
Seeds in the

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

The flower-power brush man
Is farming out his
I stabbed him with my
And then I his toes with my rose

He crawled around himself
Now crawling after me
Dropping in my tea
He wants to save his soul, and roll

One of us must
It's not the drug that the man
Then a poster of a movie walked by
He must been high

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

the world is crazy and the other half is scared
Madonnas do the minuet for the naked
The are rising while we're racing for the moon
It doesn't take a seer to see the scene is coming soon

So who's coming down the road
A sailor the sea
He looks a lot me
I'd him anywhere, had to stare

A fire his fingertips
A song his spine
He must have found his
He be put away, anyway

Surrounded by the
Now I'm at the border
When the echoes of my appear
Wish I was

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