Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander Cohen, he was our most spy.
in the line of duty,
parachuting acid diplomatic cocktail parties,
urging Fidel Castro to fields and castles.
Leave it all and a man,
come to nothing special,
such as waiting and ticket lines,
silver suicides,
and messianic tides,
and racial roller-coaster
and other forms of advertised as poetry.

I you need your sleep now,
I your life's been hard.
But men are falling,
you promised to stand guard.

I never but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
But then I your prayer,
that you be this and nothing
than just some grateful faithful favourite singing millionaire,
the patron Saint of envy and the of despair,
working for the Dollar.

I know you your sleep now ...

Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my is who you are,
and be your sweetest self awhile I ask for more, my child.
Then let the selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come
till every is on the tongue,
till is pierced and love is hung,
and every of freedom done, then oh,
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,