Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

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

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

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 things you just have to guess 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.
new kind 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 be a tiny clock 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 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 didn't you do this a lot earlier?
And they said: Well, we wanted to wait until the died.

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

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

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

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

And meanwhile all over town, 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 worst of times, or will it be another one of those times?

of hands, please.

And ah, this world, like Kierkegaard said, can only be understood when 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 Prius?

And you, you who can be silent in four Your silence 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 reason I really love the stars is we cannot hurt them.
We can't burn them or melt them or make them overflow. We can't flood them or blow 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 what time it is or where it goes or even where the is.

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

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

Ah, America. We saw it. We tipped it over, and then, we it.
These are the things I whisper softly to my dolls. Those heartless little thugs dressed in calico kilts and jaunty hats and their perpetual 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 start or when their time is up.

Oh, another day, 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