Luyện nghe bài hát German Overalls

Manheim; rainy 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.
Hugh his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just a refugee...
and traffic police,
middle-aged with rotting teeth
industrial and old Sunday Times;
material/bleeding lines.
What are we here?
Memorial manace, for revenge,
has begun to our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the 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 fails to grind around;
it drags me me down
Seven wonder '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,
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the clubs,
I have bit the
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 that we all can
we're at the of the Kosmos Tour,
making a to the German Lourdes...
but we're still here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards, I think I'm 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.
Words echo 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 game;
stake my sane and my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let be my ghost...