Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Cohen
He was our most spy
Wounded in the line of
Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail
Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles

Leave it all and a man
Come to nothing special
Such as rooms and ticket lines
Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean
And racial roller rides
And forms of boredom, advertised as poetry

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

I asked but I heard
You your lot along with the poor
But then I overheard your
That you be this and nothing

Than just some grateful faithful
Favorite singing
The patron of Envy and the grocer of despair
Working for the dollar

I know you your sleep now
I know your life's been
But men are falling
you promised to stand guard

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

Then let the other be one, yeah
Let them and come
'Til every is on the tongue
'Til love is and love is hung
And every kind of freedom

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