Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Sense, Part I

The sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken in his hand
And the strains of a quartet
out across the land
The monkey 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 Jews killed the
And the Arabs the hostages
And is the news
And is it any
That the confused
He said Mama
The President's a
Why do I to keep reading
These manuals
And the joint chiefs of
And the on Wall Street said
make us laugh
You're a kid
is linear
Memory is a
History is for
Man is a in the hands
Of the great God
And they gave him
Of a nuclear
And him back in search of
The Garden of