Luyện nghe bài hát Berlin

The mascaraed blond from the bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a
Black leather crackles, water runs
As she touches the walls of her memory

The of men she has known fill her day
She's held half the world in her so they say
But she up without them with a hole in her heart
And she puts on her clothes, lives her behind bars

Mascaraed from the Berliner bar
at the skylight, gets lost in the haze
Black leather crackles and cold runs
As she the walls of her memory maze

Someone got in no man's land
Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping
Nobody knows side he was on
It's a that you take in no man's land

Nobody knows what him decide
To run for and to certain suicide
they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl
He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party

Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely
Come in your ditches in your silent fields
Where intensified light from a rifle
the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright

We up without you
We up without you
We up without you

We wake up you
With a hole in our
With a hole in our

You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy
In martens and drunk on sake
You stare at yourself in the flush of dawn
Terrified, eyed, withered and drawn

The butcher, the baker, the munitions
The over achiever, the breaker
The instructor, the lightning conductor
The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the

The black market mailer, the quick an the
The dancer, the quick and the dead
The quick and the dead, the and the dead

We wake up you
Yeah, we wake up you
With a hole in our

The mascaraed blond from the bar
Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze