Luyện nghe bài hát German Overalls

Manheim; rainy Saturday no money nor friend,
Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to London for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we in the dark.
Hugh his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel like a refugee...
and traffic police,
middle-aged maids rotting teeth
industrial magazines and old Times;
reading lines.
are we doing here?
Memorial manace, for revenge,
has begun to our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of
now, placid is death.
I try to hold my as the P.A. comes down...
we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel fails to grind around;
it drags me me down
Seven sentenses wonder 'Can 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 in the freaky clubs,
I bit the fruit
but all I live for is to
and I'm of the nights 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;
at the mercy of the Kosmos Tour,
making a to the German Lourdes...
but still crippled here.
spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo,
I I don't know what is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one madness is over...
I must not show a of fear.
echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess I'll my clothes,
don't you know grow to go and make my name,
maybe a servant in the Fame
stake my and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me and rend my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let be my ghost...