Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

Who's that coming down the
A from the sea
He looks a lot 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, away

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

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

New York City has
And crashed upon my head
I dove the bed
Fighting, nails, turning 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

Someone's on the wall
But no party to recall
The singer of the shadows of his
So he's told

Sorry, I can't stop and now
I'm in kind of a hurry
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 rhymes are all repeating, my ballads growing
Words turned to water, the women turned to wine

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

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 very happy
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 from

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

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

One of us understand
It's not the drug that 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 hurry
But I'll send you a tape California

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

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

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

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

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