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

at his fingertips
A 'round his spine
He must lost his mind
He be put away, right away

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the mirror of my to the velvet on my bed
Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at
My rhymes are all repeating, my ballads growing
Words have turned to water, the women turned to

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

Peace has to poison
And the flag has blown a
Even courage is
And now all the are in the grave

is bending
Have a very 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 you a tape from California

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

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

One of us understand
It's not the drug makes the man
Then a poster of a movie star by
He must been high

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

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

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

A around his fingertips
A around his spine
He must found his mind
He be put away, anyway

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

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