Luyện nghe bài hát The return of Jimi Hendrix

I dreamed Jimi Hendrix
He back for one day
Was born weepin' out of an egg, the said
And straight away began to pray with lifted

He the early hours
Communing the morning stars
And then he came over to my
Where he tried out my

He was and black and beautiful
Big eyed, skinned
And he played my guitar like a lightning
Like twirlin' feathers in the

He make it sound like the end of the world
A fire, the of a knife
He could it slow and masterful
Like the hand that the world to life

Together we strolled in gardens
Passed the afternoon
were dartin' back and forth
From a came a violin tune

Angels dressed as nurses with playin' cards
Looters from prisons filled the yard

A yellow sun hung low and
And as it
stood up straight
Grinned and his velvet hips

himself King Electric
In the evening he wild
Played on a dozen
In the of New York

Lit the end to end
Wired it up, it up
Scarved,
Long-legged,
Athletic, driven,

He made all Manhattan
And every and sidewalk quake
His Stratocaster the mighty Empire State to vibrate

His bar caused shock-eyed punks from
and Yonkers
Raised on speed, and rap
To enter trance and

He played Purple Haze and
Voodoo and Sin-E
Up the skies and storm free
In Tut's Wah Wah Hut

He did a forty-two
rise in future shocks
Star Banner
In the back of

He stopped every in New York state
And every that heard him
And itself was beaten and confused
And fell lamblike under the of his fabulous flashing fingers

He played an encore at the End
A heart burst Little
Even the waiters and then we fell outside
And in the dusty of Bleecker Street
A sweet rain fell and died