Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

Feathers at his
A halo his spine
He have lost his mind
He should be put away, right

In the corner of the
He me his water pipe
His eyes searching
Deep inside my head, here's he said

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

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

The landlord's at my
And the burglar's at my
I can't it anymore
I guess I'll to fly, it's worth a try

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

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

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

The draft board is
If they'd like to my life
I'd sooner a wife
And have raise a or two, wouldn't you?

has turned to poison
And the flag has blown a
courage is confused
And now all the are in the grave

Century is
Have a very happy
To the victor go the of the spoil
Seeds in the

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

The flower-power fuller man
Is out his friends
I stabbed him my stem
And then I his toes with my rose

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

One of us must
It's not the drug makes the man
Then a of a movie star walked by
He must have high

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

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

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

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 ecstasy
I was here

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