Luyện nghe bài hát The return of Jimi Hendrix

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

He spent the hours
Communing with the stars
And then he over to my house
he tried out my guitar

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

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

Together we in sculptured gardens
Passed the afternoon
Maids were dartin' back and
a window came a violin tune

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

A sun hung low and yawned
And as it
Jimi up straight
Grinned and his velvet hips

Callin' himself Electric
In the evening he wild
Played on a stages
In the clubs of New

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

He all Manhattan shake
And every street and quake
His Stratocaster caused the mighty Empire to vibrate

His whammy bar caused punks from
and Yonkers
Raised on speed, and rap
To enter and levitate

He Purple Haze and Pyramid
Voodoo child and
Up the skies and storm free
In Tut's Wah Wah Hut

He did a minute
rise in future shocks
Star Spangled
In the back of

He stopped every clock in New state
And every heart heard him
And itself was beaten and confused
And fell lamblike the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers

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