Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

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

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

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

And again today's the day and those were the days and now these are the days and now the clock points histrionically to noon.
new kind of north.
And so way do we go?
What are days
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 clock that 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 had always hated each other, never been able to stand the sight of each other, really.
And when they were in their nineties, they got divorced.
And people Why did you wait so long? Why didn't you do this a whole lot earlier?
And they Well, we wanted to wait until the children died.

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

And Jim and John, oh, they there.
And Carol, too. Her hair pinned up in that weird beehive way she so much.
And and Phil moving 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 something they never mentioned. Something dangerous.

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

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

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

of hands, please.

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

And you, you who can be silent in four languages: Your silence 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 reason I really love the stars is that we hurt them.
We can't them 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.

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

And oh, the of dreams.
An train. Different colored wonderlands.
Freedom of speech and sex strangers.

old God: 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 I whisper softly to my dolls. Those heartless little thugs dressed in calico 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. They come, fade, they go and they go.
No way to know exactly 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 lost sisters.
How do we again?
How do we