Luyện nghe bài hát Salt Lake City 1973

Ok Lake City in 1973
are everywhere
Battalions of bicycling
With dark and well cropped hair
We're Mormons too have since '72

I'm riding between my brother and
In the back of a '67 Buick station wagon
With red seats and we stick by each other and to those seats
We've been eating cheese and bacon
Our mother made for thirteen days straight in the heat

And both my siblings are walkin' on those
As I soon will learn how to do
They play their quiet silly with their peashooters
As I sip luke-warm Sprite a tin can
to me by a hunchback silly bastard old woman
A hundred miles
Who is probably the only with good sense
In this of the country

I still don't know to do with this
bacon and cheese sandwich
But your is your temple God tells us so
So drink up your milk and what you sow
I mold the cheese and bacon sandwich a ball in my hand
It kind of reminds me of play
I look around to see who is
And stuff it the red vinyl seats no one will find it
At not for a couple of weeks

in this big place now
It's kind of like one half of an plastic Easter eggshell
And there's a hole in the top the sun cuts through
And lights up the room and I hear all male voices
me that black people are inferior
And it's ok to more than one wife
And as the dry, dry breath of the Utah sun me

I stand a statue of Jesus that is far too big
And has held these folks for so, so long
And I gaze up at the of the sandstone savior
And wonder if it can smell all bullshit
'Cause I can and I'm only 5 years old
In Salt Lake in 1973