Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

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

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

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

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

The landlord's at my
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 there's no party to
The of the shadows of his soul
So been told

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

the mirror 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 to wine

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

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

is bending
Have a very happy
To the go the ashes of the spoil
Seeds in the

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

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

He crawled around inside
Now he's 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 star walked by
He must been high

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

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

So who's coming down 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 have found his mind
He should be put away,

by the slaughter
Now I'm boarding at the
the echoes of my ecstasy appear
Wish I was

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