Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

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

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

There are some things you can simply look up, 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 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 days
To wake us up, to put between the nights.

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

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

And Jim and John, oh, were there.
And Carol, too. Her hair pinned up in that weird way she loved so much.
And Greg and Phil at the pace of summer.
And Al, who screamed all night in the attic.
Yes, something happened to him in the war they said, in France.
And France had something they never mentioned. Something dangerous.

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

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

And meanwhile all over town, checks are bouncing and accounts are being closed.
are expiring.
And counting and comparing and predicting.
Will it be the best of times, will it be the 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.
Which would entail an incredible 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 in four languages: Your silence will be considered your consent.

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

And you know the I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them.
We can't burn them or melt them or make them overflow. We can't flood them or blow them up or turn 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 it is or where it goes or even where the clock is.

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

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

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 calico kilts and 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 exactly when they 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