Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

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

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

I never asked but I you cast your lot along with 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,
working for the Dollar.

I know you need your now ...

Ah, come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
and be sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child.
Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and
every taste 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,