Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

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

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

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

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

The at my window
And the burglar's at my
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 party to
The singer of the shadows of his
So he's been

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

From the mirror of my mantle to the on my bed
Trapped upon a stage, a Barrymore at best
My rhymes are all repeating, my growing blind
have turned to water, the women turned to wine

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

has turned to poison
And the flag has a fuse
courage is confused
And now all the brave are in the

Century is
Have a happy ending
To the victor go the ashes of the
in the soil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fire around his
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 echoes of my ecstasy
I was here

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