Luyện nghe bài hát Arabian Nights

Shrieks of sheiks as they run across the screen
A thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an queen
And the harem girls move like (clancy's) dancers
In my dreams
And I wake up on the floor clutching the
And comes in, she screams
"hey you been out with that tramp again last
You know that silver-sequined arab bitch
The one that mama like ? "
But mama she sings me moontime
With great top 40 hook
She shrugs her shoulders, she care
Papa just stares and says "mary, look the alright
The alright"

And there's a in the air he turns and says
Don't you know, can't you it "tell me son, what's the word ? "
Because there's hanging there 'cos you know he can't hear it
Pull the mist and reveal it but don't go near it
And even if you fear what you near it's criticized as too
conceal it even the animals fear it
'cos if what mama feels is too papa says "fetch me my flashlight,
Son"
She just claims she feel it and she stumbles out the front door

So come out from behind your
'cos the been a bust
Oh papa's gone and dead
And in my rocket dust
You're now for the first time
Don't worry, 'cos all right
All fear will disappear
the arabian night

Well the smiles and turns the dials
To set the meter rising
He pulls the voice from out of his pocket
To see if the audience it
Oh and in the very first row sweet jenny rue
With a on her shoe and she wants him to make it
He flicks a but jenny moves too fast
And the sways to the sound of her shotgun blast
The manager running out from behind stage and says
the band's arms for bullet holes
Make that man up his sleeves"
The drummer shoots himself cyanide
And asks to be relieved
And me, I say "well, it's too in here
Which is the stage door out, I gotta get up morning for work"
And the promoter "man, once you're in they all lead out
What's the matter man, ain't you ?
There's a war going on on the
And I'm paying you to sing a bird
So get in and get or get up and get out
Because aren't too tight"
I said "don't worry, man, everything's loosen up
the arabian night"
Come the arabian