Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

Feathers at his
A halo 'round his
He must have lost his
He be put away, right away

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

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

New City has exploded
And crashed upon my head
I beneath the bed
Fighting, nails, turning pale

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 on the wall
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 hurry
But I'll send you a tape from

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

Peace has turned to
And the flag has blown a
Even is confused
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 stop and talk now
I'm in of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a from California

The fuller brush man
Is farming out his
I him with my stem
And then I tapped his toes my rose

He around inside himself
Now he's crawling me
acid in my tea
He to save his soul, rock and roll

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

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

Half the world is and the other half is scared
do the minuet for the naked millionaires
The anarchists are while we're racing for the moon
It take a seer to see that 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 song around his
He have found his mind
He should be put away,

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

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