Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Sense, Part I

The sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the bone in his hand
And the strains of a quartet
Rang out across the
The looked up at the stars
And to himself
is a stranger
History is for
And he his hands
In a of holy writing
his back on the garden
And set out for the town
Hold on on soldier
you add it all up
The tears and the
There's an of gold
And an ounce of pride in ledger
And the killed the Jews
And the Jews the Arabs
And the killed the hostages
And that is the
And is it any
the monkey's confused
He said Mama
The President's a
Why do I to keep reading
These technical
And the joint chiefs of
And the on Wall Street said
make us laugh
You're a kid
is linear
Memory is a
is for fools
Man is a tool in the
Of the God Almighty
And gave him command
Of a submarine
And sent him in search of
The of Eden