Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

Who's that coming 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 lost his mind
He should be put away, 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 stop and now
I'm in kind of a hurry
But I'll send you a tape California

New York has exploded
And it's crashed upon my
I beneath the bed
Fighting, nails, turning pale

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

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

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

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 growing blind
Words have turned to water, the women to wine

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

has turned to poison
And the flag has blown a
Even courage is
And now all the brave are in the

is bending
Have a very happy
To the victor go the of the spoil
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 him with my stem
And then I his toes with my rose

He crawled inside himself
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
a poster of a movie star walked by
He must 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 crazy and the other is scared
Madonnas do the minuet for the naked
The anarchists are while we're racing for the moon
It doesn't take a seer to see the scene is coming soon

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 song his spine
He must have found his
He be put away, anyway

Surrounded by the
Now I'm at the border
When the echoes of my ecstasy
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