Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander
He was our most spy
in the line of duty
Parachuting acid into cocktail parties
Urging Fidel Castro to abandon and castles

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

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

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

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

I know you need your now
I know your 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 your sweetest awhile
Until I ask for more, my

Then let the other be one, yeah
Let them and come
every taste is on the tongue
'Til is pierced 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