Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

[This song is performed in the voice of Bergamot.]

And so here we are, at the beginning of a whole new era.
The of a brand new world.
And now
How do we
How do we again?

There are things you can simply look up, such as:
The size of Greenland, the dates of the famous 19th rubber wars, Persian adjectives, the composition of snow.
And other things you just have to at.

And then again today's the day and those the days and now these are the days and now the clock points histrionically to noon.
Some new of north.
And so way do we go?
What are for?
To us up, to put between the endless nights.

And by the way, my theory of punctuation:
Instead of a period at the end of each sentence, there should be a tiny that shows you how long it took you to write that sentence.

And another way to look at time is
There was an old married couple and they had always hated each other, never able to stand the sight of each other, really.
And when were in their nineties, they finally got divorced.
And people said: Why did you wait so Why didn't you do this a whole lot earlier?
And they said: Well, we to wait until the children died.

Ah, America. And yes will be America.
A new place just waiting to happen.
up parking lots, rotten dumps, speed balls, accidents and hesitations.
Things left behind. Styrofoam, chips.

And Jim and John, oh, they there.
And Carol, too. Her hair up in that weird beehive way she loved so much.
And Greg and Phil at the pace of summer.
And Uncle Al, who screamed all in the attic.
Yes, happened to him in the war they said, over in France.
And France had become something they mentioned. Something dangerous.

Yeah, some sad to see those days disappear.
The flea and their smells, the war.
All the old strewn out on the sidewalks.
clothes and old resentments and ragged record jackets.

And ah, these days. Oh, days.
What are days
To us up, to put between the endless nights.

And all over town, checks are bouncing and accounts are being automatically closed.
are expiring.
And everyone's and comparing and predicting.
Will it be the best of times, it be the worst of times, or will it just be another one of those times?

of hands, please.

And ah, this world, which like Kierkegaard said, can only be understood lived backwards.
would entail an incredible amount of planning and confusion.
And then there are those big always in the back of your mind.
Things like: Are those two people over actually my real parents?
Should I get a second

And you, you who can be silent in four languages: Your will be considered your consent.

Oh but those were the days before the audience, and what the audience wanted, and what the audience it wanted.

And you know the I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them.
We can't burn or melt them or make them overflow. We can't flood them or blow them up or turn them out.
But we are for them.
We are for them.

say our empire is passing, as all empires do.
And others haven't a what time it is or where it goes or even where the clock is.

And oh, the of dreams.
An unstoppable train. colored wonderlands.
Freedom of and sex with strangers.

Dear old May I call you old?
And may I Who are these people?

Ah, America. We saw it. We it over, and then, we sold it.
These are the things I whisper softly to my dolls. Those heartless little thugs dressed in kilts and jaunty hats and their perpetual white toothy smiles.

And oh, my brothers. And oh, my sisters.
What are days
are where we live.
They flow and then they flow. come, they fade, they go and they go.
No way to know when they start or when their time is up.

Oh, day, another dime.
day in America.
Another day, dollar.
day in America.

And all my brothers. And all my long sisters.
How do we again?
How do we