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 which you lay head.
You can no longer depend on the existence of [silence] in your mind when you your eyes.
Go to England, baby-raper, economist.
Call yourself 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 checks on his mother's womb
He's gonna be reborn soon

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

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

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

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

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

thanks!!