Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

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

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

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

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

The at my window
And the at my door
I can't it anymore
I guess I'll have to fly, worth a try

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

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

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

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

has turned to poison
And the has blown a fuse
Even is confused
And now all the brave are in the

is bending
Have a very ending
To the victor go the of the spoil
Seeds in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by the slaughter
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 kind of a anyhow
But send you a tape from California