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 began to pray with lifted head

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

He was young and and beautiful
Big eyed, skinned
And he played my guitar like a storm
Like feathers in the wind

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

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

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

A sun hung low and yawned
And as it
Jimi stood up
Grinned and shook his velvet

Callin' King Electric
In the evening he went
Played on a stages
In the clubs of New

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

He made all shake
And street and sidewalk quake
His Stratocaster caused the Empire State to vibrate

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

He played Purple and Pyramid
Voodoo child and
Up from the and storm free
In King Wah Wah Hut

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

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

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