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 again?

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

And then again today's the day and those were the days and now these are the days and now the points histrionically to noon.
Some new of north.
And so way do we go?
are days for?
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 way to look at time is this:
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 so long? Why didn't you do this a whole lot earlier?
And they said: Well, we to wait until the children died.

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

And Jim and John, oh, were 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 screamed all in the attic.
Yes, happened to him in the war they said, over in France.
And France had become something they never mentioned. dangerous.

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

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

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

of hands, please.

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

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 audience it wanted.

And you know the reason I really love the is that we cannot 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 it goes or even where the clock is.

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

Dear old God: May I 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 jaunty hats and 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. They come, they fade, they go and go.
No way to know exactly they 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 begin
How do we