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 in which you choose to place yourself.
You can no depend on the bed in which you lie by night,
or the room in 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 in your mind when you close your eyes.
Go to England, baby-raper, economist.
Call yourself Charles III.
will notice.
Nobody be alarmed.
is no constitution.
Go. Goodbye. Goodbye.

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

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

Well, golly gee, oh my gosh, I
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs
She made three and they all came true
The one ended in a "W"
The first one with a kiss kiss kiss
The last one in a pulverized 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 Mountbatten licks the alchemist's
It's done in strict secrecy
God, I love in a democracy!
I really do! I do! I do!
I you! I looooooooovvvvvvve you!

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

thanks!!