Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Sense, Part I

The monkey sat on a pile of
And stared at the bone in his hand
And the strains of a Viennese
Rang out across the
The looked up at the stars
And thought to
is a stranger
History is for
And he cleaned his
In a of holy writing
his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest
on hold on soldier
you add it all up
The and the marrowbone
an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in ledger
And the Germans killed the
And the killed the Arabs
And the Arabs the hostages
And is the news
And is it any
That the monkey's
He said Mama
The President's a
Why do I have to keep
These technical
And the joint of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street
Don't make us
You're a kid
Time is
Memory is a
History is for
Man is a in the hands
Of the God Almighty
And they him command
Of a nuclear
And him back in search of
The Garden of