Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

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

In the corner of the
He handed me his water
His eyes searching
Deep inside my head, what he said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Century is
Have a very ending
To the go the ashes of the spoil
in the soil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by the slaughter
Now I'm at the border
When the 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