Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

[This is performed in the voice of Fenway 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?

are some things you can simply look up, such as:
The size of Greenland, the dates of the famous 19th 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 were the days and now these are the days and now the clock histrionically to noon.
new kind of north.
And so way do we go?
What are 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 long it you to write that sentence.

And another way to at time is this:
There was an old married couple and they had always hated each other, never been able to the sight of each other, really.
And when they were in their nineties, they got divorced.
And people said: Why did you wait so Why didn't you do this 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 place just to happen.
Broken up parking lots, rotten dumps, speed balls, and hesitations.
Things behind. Styrofoam, computer chips.

And Jim and John, oh, were there.
And Carol, too. Her hair pinned up in that weird 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 they never mentioned. Something dangerous.

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

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

And meanwhile all over town, checks are bouncing and accounts are 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, this world, which Kierkegaard said, can only be understood when lived backwards.
Which would entail an incredible of planning and confusion.
And then there are those big questions in the back of your mind.
Things like: Are those two over there actually my real parents?
Should I get a second

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 I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them.
We can't burn 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 is passing, as all empires do.
And haven't a clue what 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 May I call you old?
And may I ask: Who are these

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 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 they flow. They come, they fade, they go and they go.
No way to know exactly they start or when 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 again?
How do we