Luyện nghe bài hát German Overalls

Manheim; rainy Saturday no money nor friend,
Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a pocket of
we're children, we in the dark.
Hugh spends his last on coffee and cheese...
I feel just a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and police,
middle-aged maids with teeth
magazines and old Sunday Times;
reading lines.
What are we here?
manace, eager for revenge,
has begun to our minds.
Shower-curtain in the presence of acid;
now, feeling is death.
I try to my breath 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 'Can this be real,
or am I become a seal?'
Why are we dying
I walk the streets alone, try to find a of love,
crushed the plaster-bone 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 knows we all can understand;
we're at the mercy of the Tour,
making a pilgrimage to the Lourdes...
but we're crippled here.
spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo,
I think I don't what is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one madness is over...
I not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, I I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess wash my clothes,
don't you know I'll grow to go and my name,
maybe a servant in the Fame
my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me and rend my mind;
at the of the curtain let this be my ghost...