Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander
He was our important spy
Wounded in the line of
Parachuting into diplomatic cocktail parties
Urging Fidel to abandon fields and castles

it all and like a man
Come back to special
Such as waiting rooms and lines
Silver suicides and messianic ocean tides
And racial coaster rides
And other forms of boredom, as poetry

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

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

Than just some faithful woman's
singing millionaire
The Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair
for the Yankee dollar

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

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

Then let the selves be one, yeah
Let manifest and come
'Til taste is on the tongue
'Til love is pierced and love is
And kind of freedom done

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