Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Cohen, he was our most important spy.
in the line of duty,
parachuting acid into cocktail parties,
Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
Leave it all and a man,
back to nothing special,
such as rooms and ticket lines,
bullet suicides,
and messianic tides,
and racial roller-coaster
and other of boredom advertised as poetry.

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

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

I you need your sleep now ...

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