Luyện nghe bài hát 1959

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

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

Wisdom was a
Pouring above
Desolation
Served it up with

like every form of light
Then by bold design
Slid in thing and it grew wings
In

It was shining in the sun
First,
the American claim
Freedom, freedom, freedom,

China was the
Madness
Lama was a man
And his world in flames

Taking glory down by the of clouds
It was a shame
lost horizon
Tibet the star

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

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

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