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 things you can simply look up, such as:
The of Greenland, the dates of the famous 19th century rubber wars, Persian adjectives, the composition of snow.
And other 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?
are days for?
To wake us up, to put between the nights.

And by the way, here's my of punctuation:
Instead of a period at the end of each sentence, should be a tiny clock that shows 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 had always hated each other, never been able to stand the sight of each other, really.
And they 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 Well, we wanted to wait until the children died.

Ah, America. And yes that be America.
A new place 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 up in that 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, happened to him in the war they said, over in France.
And France had become something they 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.
are days for?
To wake us up, to put between the nights.

And meanwhile all over town, checks are bouncing and accounts are being 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 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 Prius?

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

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

And you know the reason I really love the stars is that we 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.

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

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

Dear old May I call you old?
And may I ask: Who are people?

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 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 flow. They come, they fade, they go and they go.
No way to know exactly when they 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 long sisters.
How do we begin
How do we