Luyện nghe bài hát German Overalls

Manheim; rainy with no money nor friend,
Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a pocket of
children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his Mark on coffee and cheese...
I just like a refugee...
and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with teeth
industrial magazines and old Sunday
reading lines.
are we doing here?
Memorial manace, for revenge,
has to bend our minds.
imperative in the presence of acid;
now, placid is death.
I try to hold my as the P.A. comes down...
we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never to grind around;
it drags me up/drags me
Seven sentenses wonder 'Can be real,
or am I a performing seal?'
Why are we here?
I the streets alone, try to find a sign of love,
I've the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs,
I bit the fruit
but all I for is to play
and I'm tired of the nights and the
of airports, and motorway showers,
for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to in the van,
He that we all can understand;
we're at the of the Kosmos Tour,
making a to the German Lourdes...
but we're still here.
spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo,
I think I don't know is real.
On a more spotlight, one more madness is over...
I must not a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, I I'm going to laugh...
think I'll go and take a bath, Guess I'll wash my clothes,
don't you know I'll grow to go and my name,
a servant in the Fame game;
stake my and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my
at the fall of the curtain let be my ghost...