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 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 famous 19th century wars, Persian adjectives, the composition of snow.
And other things you just have to at.

And then again today's the day and those were the and now these are the days and now the clock points histrionically to noon.
Some new 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
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 that sentence.

And another way to at time is this:
There was an old married couple and they had always each other, never been able to stand the sight of each other, really.
And when they were in their nineties, finally got divorced.
And said: Why did you wait so long? 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 that be America.
A whole new just waiting to happen.
Broken up parking lots, dumps, speed balls, accidents and hesitations.
left behind. Styrofoam, computer chips.

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

Yeah, some were sad to see days disappear.
The flea markets and smells, the war.
All the old strewn 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 town, checks are bouncing 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 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 of planning and confusion.
And then there are those big questions always in the of your mind.
Things like: Are those two people over there my real parents?
Should I get a Prius?

And you, you who can be silent in four languages: 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 that we cannot them.
We burn 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.

say our empire is passing, as all empires do.
And others haven't a what time it is or where it goes or even where the clock is.

And oh, the of dreams.
An unstoppable train. colored wonderlands.
Freedom of speech and sex 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.
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 for?
are where we live.
They flow and then they flow. They come, they fade, go and they 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