Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone's on the wall
But there's no party to
The singer of the of his soul
So he's 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 stage, a Barrymore at best
My rhymes are all repeating, my ballads growing
have turned to water, the women turned to wine

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

Peace has turned to
And the flag has blown a
courage is confused
And now all the brave are in the

is bending
Have a very ending
To the go the ashes of the spoil
in the soil

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

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

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

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

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 other is scared
Madonnas do the for the naked millionaires
The anarchists are rising while we're for the moon
It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming

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

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

by the slaughter
Now I'm at the border
When the 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