Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Cohen
He was our important spy
Wounded in the of duty
Parachuting into diplomatic cocktail parties
Urging Fidel Castro to fields and castles

it all and like a man
Come to nothing special
Such as waiting rooms and lines
Silver suicides and messianic ocean tides
And roller coaster rides
And other of boredom, advertised as poetry

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

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

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

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

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

Then let the other selves be one,
Let them manifest and
every 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