Luyện nghe bài hát German Overalls

Manheim; rainy Saturday no money nor friend,
Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we in the dark.
Hugh his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I just like a refugee...
and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with teeth
magazines and old Sunday Times;
reading lines.
What are we here?
manace, eager for revenge,
has to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain in the presence of acid;
now, placid is death.
I try to my breath as the P.A. comes down...
we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind
it me up/drags me down
sentenses wonder 'Can this be real,
or am I become a seal?'
Why are we here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a of love,
I've crushed the in the freaky clubs,
I bit the fruit
but all I live for is to
and I'm tired of the and the days
of airports, taxis and showers,
for a key in the afterhours.
David to travelling in the van,
He that we all can understand;
we're at the mercy of the Tour,
a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
but still crippled here.
spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo,
I think I don't what is real.
On a sudden spotlight, one more madness is over...
I not show a sign of fear.
Words round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, I'll wash my clothes,
you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe a servant in the game;
my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and my mind;
at the fall of the let this be my ghost...