Luyện nghe bài hát The return of Jimi Hendrix

I about Jimi Hendrix
He came for one day
Was born out of an egg, the mid-wife said
And away began to pray with lifted head

He the early hours
Communing with the morning
And he came over to my house
Where he out my guitar

He was young and black and
Big eyed, skinned
And he played my like a lightning storm
twirlin' feathers in the wind

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

Together we strolled in gardens
Passed the sleepy
Maids were dartin' and forth
a window came a violin tune

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

A sun hung low and yawned
And as it
stood up straight
Grinned and shook his hips

Callin' King Electric
In the evening he wild
Played on a stages
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 caused the Empire State to vibrate

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

He played Purple and Pyramid
child and Sin-E
Up from the skies and storm
In Tut's Wah Wah Hut

He did a forty-two
Cosmic rise in shocks
Star Banner
In the of CBGBs

He stopped every clock in New York
And every that heard him
And time itself was beaten and
And fell under the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers

He an encore at the Bitter End
A heart Little Wing
the waiters cried and then we fell outside
And in the dusty of Bleecker Street
A sweet rain fell and Jimi