Luyện nghe bài hát 1959

Listen to my
Got two to tell
One of glory
One of

The roof was raging
But we looking fine
'Cause we built that thing and it wings
In

was a teapot
Pouring from
Desolation
Served it up love

Igniting like every form of
Then by bold design
in that thing and it grew wings
In

It was blood in the sun
First,
Speeding the claim
Freedom, freedom, freedom,

was the tempest
Madness
was a young man
And watched his world in

Taking glory down by the of clouds
It was a crying
Another horizon
the fallen star

Wisdom and crushed
In the land of
But in the of the Impala
Honey, well, we lookin' fine

'Cause we built that thing and it wings
In
'Cause we that thing and it grew wings
In

It was the best of times, it's the of times
In 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959,
It was the of times, it was the worst of times