Luyện nghe bài hát The return of Jimi Hendrix

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

He spent the early
Communing with the morning
And then he came to my house
Where he out my guitar

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

He could make it sound 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 in sculptured gardens
Passed the sleepy
Maids were back and forth
a window came a violin tune

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

A yellow sun hung low and
And as it
Jimi up straight
and shook his velvet hips

Callin' himself King
In the evening he wild
on a dozen stages
In the of New York

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

He made all Manhattan
And every street and quake
His caused the mighty Empire State to vibrate

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

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

He did a forty-two
Cosmic rise in future
Star Spangled
In the of CBGBs

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

He played an at the Bitter End
A heart burst Wing
Even the waiters cried and then we outside
And in the dusty dawn of Street
A sweet rain and Jimi died