Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day in America

[This song is performed in the of Fenway 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 begin

There are some things you can simply look up, as:
The size of Greenland, the of the famous 19th century rubber 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 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, here's my of punctuation:
Instead of a period at the end of each sentence, there should be a tiny clock that shows you how it took you to write that sentence.

And another way to look at time is
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 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 wanted to wait until the 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, they there.
And Carol, too. Her hair up in that 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 happened to him in the war said, over in France.
And France had become they never mentioned. Something dangerous.

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

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

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

of hands, please.

And ah, this world, which like Kierkegaard said, can only be when lived backwards.
Which would entail an amount of planning and confusion.
And then there are those big questions always in the back of 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 languages: Your silence be considered your consent.

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

And you the reason I really love the stars 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.

say our empire is passing, as all empires 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 train. Different colored 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 whisper softly to my dolls. Those heartless 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, 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