Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

[This song is performed in the voice of 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 look up, such as:
The size of Greenland, the dates of the famous century rubber wars, Persian adjectives, the composition of snow.
And other you just have to guess at.

And then again the day and those were 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?
are days for?
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 clock that shows you how it took you to write that sentence.

And way to look at time is this:
There was an old married couple and they had hated each other, never been 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 long? Why 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 place just to happen.
Broken up parking lots, rotten dumps, balls, accidents and hesitations.
Things left behind. Styrofoam, chips.

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

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

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

And meanwhile all 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, 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 be understood when lived backwards.
Which would entail an incredible of planning and confusion.
And then there are big questions always in the back of your mind.
Things like: Are those two people over there actually my real
I get a second Prius?

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

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

And you the reason 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 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 clue time it is or where it goes or even where the clock is.

And oh, the of dreams.
An unstoppable train. colored wonderlands.
of speech 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 calico kilts and jaunty and their perpetual white toothy smiles.

And oh, my brothers. And oh, my sisters.
are days for?
Days are we live.
They flow and then they flow. come, they fade, they go and they go.
No way to know exactly when they start or when 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