Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

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

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

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

And then again today's the day and those were the days and now these are the days and now the clock points to noon.
new kind of north.
And so way do we go?
What are days
To wake us up, to put 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 shows you how long it took you to write sentence.

And way to look at time is this:
There was an old married couple and had always hated each other, never been able to stand the sight of each other, really.
And when they were in 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 wanted to wait until the died.

Ah, America. And yes will be America.
A whole new just waiting to happen.
Broken up parking lots, rotten dumps, balls, accidents and hesitations.
left behind. Styrofoam, computer 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 moving at the pace of summer.
And Uncle Al, who screamed all in the attic.
Yes, something happened to him in the war they said, 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 strewn out on the sidewalks.
Mildewed clothes and old resentments and ragged jackets.

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

And meanwhile all over town, checks are and accounts are being 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 will it just be another one of those

of hands, please.

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

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

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

And you know the reason I really 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.

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 train. Different colored wonderlands.
of speech and sex with strangers.

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

Ah, America. We saw it. We tipped it over, and then, we it.
are the things I whisper 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.
What are days
are where we live.
They flow and then they flow. They come, fade, they go and they go.
No way to know exactly when they start or when time is up.

Oh, another day, 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