Luyện nghe bài hát The return of Jimi Hendrix

I dreamed about Jimi
He back for one day
Was born weepin' out of an egg, the mid-wife
And straight away to pray with lifted head

He the early hours
Communing with the morning
And then he came to my house
he tried out my guitar

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

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

Together we strolled in sculptured
Passed the afternoon
Maids were back and forth
From a came a violin tune

Angels dressed as toyed with playin' cards
Looters sprung from prisons the yard

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

Callin' himself Electric
In the evening he went
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 street and sidewalk quake
His Stratocaster caused the mighty Empire State to

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

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

He did a minute
Cosmic rise in future
Star Banner
In the of CBGBs

He stopped clock in New York state
And heart that heard him
And time was beaten and confused
And fell lamblike under the spell of his fabulous fingers

He an encore at the Bitter End
A heart burst Little
Even the waiters cried and we fell outside
And in the dawn of Bleecker Street
A sweet rain and Jimi died