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 beginning of a new era.
The of a brand 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 of the famous 19th century rubber wars, Persian adjectives, the composition of snow.
And other things you have to guess at.

And then again today's the day and those were the days and now these are the 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 at the end of each sentence, there should be a tiny clock that shows you how long it took you to write that sentence.

And another way to look at time is
was an old married couple and they 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 said: Why did you wait so long? Why didn't you do a whole lot earlier?
And they said: Well, we wanted to 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 left behind. Styrofoam, chips.

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

Yeah, some were sad to see 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 days
To wake us up, to put the endless nights.

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

of hands, please.

And ah, this world, which like Kierkegaard said, can only be understood when backwards.
Which would entail an amount of planning and confusion.
And then there are those big questions in the back of your 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 will be considered 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 reason I really love the stars is that we cannot them.
We can't burn them or melt them or make them overflow. We can't flood them or 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 it goes or even where the clock is.

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

Dear old God: May I you old?
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 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.
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 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 begin
How do we