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 the land
The looked up at the stars
And thought to
Memory is a
History is for
And he his hands
In a of holy writing
Turned his on the garden
And set out for the town
Hold on hold on
you add it all up
The and the marrowbone
There's an of gold
And an ounce of pride in ledger
And the Germans the Jews
And the killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the
And that is the
And is it any
That the monkey's
He said Mama
The a fool
Why do I to keep reading
technical manuals
And the joint of staff
And the brokers on Street said
Don't us laugh
a smart kid
Time is
Memory is a
is for fools
Man is a tool in the
Of the great God
And they gave him
Of a nuclear
And sent him back in of
The Garden of