Luyện nghe bài hát Tape from California

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

Feathers at his
A halo 'round his
He must lost his mind
He should be put away, away

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

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

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

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

banging on the wall
But no party to recall
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 I'll send you a from California

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

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

Peace has turned to
And the flag has a fuse
Even is confused
And now all the are in the grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

Half the is crazy and the other half is scared
do the minuet for the naked millionaires
The anarchists are rising we're racing for the moon
It take 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 know him anywhere, had to

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

Surrounded by the
Now I'm boarding at the
When the echoes of my ecstasy
Wish I was

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