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 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 room in you sit by day.
You can no longer depend on the on which 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.
Call King Charles III.
Nobody notice.
Nobody be alarmed.
is no constitution.
Go. Goodbye. Goodbye.

He's shining brightly, he be a man
He is the of the Carpathians
He's running on his mother's womb
He's gonna be reborn soon

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

Well, golly gee, oh my gosh, I
Regina, rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came
The middle one 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, stay the same
The untenable must be
Who's that knocking my back door?
It's the bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore--CHORUS

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

He's shining brightly, he be a man
He is the of the Carpathians
He's running on his mother's womb
Hey, look out below, he's gonna in again soon!--CHORUS
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!

thanks!!