Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander Cohen, he was our most spy.
Wounded in the of duty,
parachuting into diplomatic cocktail parties,
Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
Leave it all and a man,
come back to special,
such as waiting and ticket lines,
silver suicides,
and messianic tides,
and racial roller-coaster
and forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

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

I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along the poor.
But I overheard your prayer,
that you be and nothing more
than just some grateful woman's favourite singing millionaire,
the Saint of envy and the grocer of despair,
working for the Dollar.

I know you your sleep now ...

Ah, come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
and be your sweetest self until 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 love is pierced and is hung,
and every kind of freedom done, oh,
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,