Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Cohen
He was our important spy
Wounded in the line of
Parachuting acid into cocktail parties
Urging Castro to abandon fields and castles

Leave it all and a man
back to nothing special
Such as waiting rooms and lines
bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides
And racial coaster rides
And other forms of boredom, advertised as

I you need your sleep now
I know your been hard
But men are falling
Where you promised to guard

I never asked but I
You cast your lot with the poor
But then I overheard your
That you be and nothing more

Than just some faithful woman's
Favorite singing
The patron Saint of Envy and the of despair
Working for the dollar

I know you your sleep now
I know life's been hard
But many men are
Where you to stand guard

Ah, lover and lie with me
If my is who you are
And be sweetest self awhile
I ask for more, my child

Then let the other selves be one,
Let them manifest and
'Til every is on the tongue
'Til is pierced and love is hung
And kind of freedom done

Then, oh, my love, oh, my
Oh, my love, oh, my
Oh, my love, oh, my