Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander Cohen, he was our most spy.
in the line of duty,
parachuting into diplomatic cocktail parties,
urging Castro to abandon fields and castles.
it all and like a man,
come to nothing special,
such as waiting and ticket lines,
silver suicides,
and messianic tides,
and racial rides
and other of boredom advertised as poetry.

I know you need your now,
I know your life's hard.
But men are falling,
where you to stand guard.

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

I know you need your now ...

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