Luyện nghe bài hát Blues for Ceaucescu

Well, hello.
You can no depend on the land in which you were born.
You can no longer on any land in which you choose to place yourself.
You can no longer on the bed in which 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 of [silence] in your mind when you close 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
He's running on his mother's womb
He's be reborn real soon

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

Well, gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her together
She made three wishes and they all came
The middle one in a "W"
The one began 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, stay the same
The untenable must be
Who's that down my back door?
the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore--CHORUS

In the dingy orphan's home
Mountbatten licks the alchemist's bone
It's done in official secrecy
God, I love in a democracy!
I really do! I do! I do!
I you! I looooooooovvvvvvve you!

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

thanks!!