Luyện nghe bài hát Blues for Ceaucescu

Well, hello.
You can no longer on the land in which you were born.
You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to yourself.
You can no longer depend on the bed in you lie by night,
or the in which you sit by day.
You can no longer depend on the pillow on you lay your head.
You can no longer depend on the existence of [silence] in your mind when you your eyes.
Go to England, baby-raper, economist.
yourself King Charles III.
Nobody notice.
will be alarmed.
is no constitution.
Go. Goodbye. Goodbye.

He's brightly, he can't be a man
He is the genius of the
running checks on his mother's womb
He's gonna be reborn real

Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu!
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Well, gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, rubs her thighs together
She made wishes and they all came true
The middle one in a "W"
The first one with a kiss kiss kiss
The last one ended in a fist

(And don't forget, I need sleep. I get no sleep.)
Meanwhile in London, things the same
The must be maintained
Who's that down my back door?
It's the same bald-headed, bug-eyed whore--CHORUS

In the Irish orphan's home
Dickie licks the alchemist's bone
It's done in strict official
God, I living in a democracy!
I do! I do! I really do!
I looooooooovve you! I you!

shining brightly, he can't be a man
He is the genius of the
He's running checks on his womb
Hey, look out below, gonna drop in again soon!--CHORUS
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!

thanks!!