Luyện nghe bài hát German Overalls

Manheim; Saturday with no money nor friend,
Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a of hope;
we're children, we in the dark.
spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel like a refugee...
and traffic police,
middle-aged maids rotting teeth
magazines and old Sunday Times;
reading lines.
What are we doing
manace, eager for revenge,
has begun to 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 around;
it drags me me down
sentenses wonder 'Can this be real,
or am I become a performing
Why are we dying
I walk the streets alone, try to find a of love,
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the clubs,
I bit the fruit
but all I for is to play
and I'm tired of the nights and the
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 of the Kosmos Tour,
a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
but we're crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards, I I'm getting vertigo,
I I don't know what is real.
On a sudden spotlight, one more madness is over...
I not show a sign of fear.
Words echo my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think just go and take a bath, Guess I'll wash my clothes,
don't you I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe a servant in the game;
stake my and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me and rend my mind;
at the fall of the let this be my ghost...