Luyện nghe bài hát Comes a Time

It's a holy place if you see things way
Then rattle the bones and the analysts play
From his backward on a worn out book
working class poet with an abstract look
So me up to the edge of the world
And me over again
me up to the edge of the world
There a time
Now, shake your hair and your cans
a service funded by a self-made man
Talks to and industrial spies
He feeds you tobacco for the mile
So take me up to the edge of the
And me over again
Lead me up to the edge of the
There comes a
With some strange god and a good right
We can the ghost from the promised land
If the promised turns out as it should
We can the place with consumer goods
When the African meets the bingo queen
And the collective farmer the teenage dream
When the miracle worker saves the chat host
And the caveman paints another holy
So take me up to the edge of the
And push me over
me up to the edge of the world
There comes a
So take me up to the of the world
And push me over
me up to the edge of the world
There comes a
We can storm the walls in our wear
While we trap the beast in his lair
Then we'll smooth his and we'll save his soul
we fill our schools with the gold we stole
With some god and a good right hand
We can chase the ghost from the land
If the promised land turns out as it
We can flood the with consumer goods