Luyện nghe bài hát Salt Lake City 1973

Ok Lake City in 1973
Mormon's are
Battalions of bicycling
With suits and well cropped hair
We're too have been since '72

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

And both my siblings are on those eggshells
As I soon will how to do myself
They play their quiet silly games their peashooters
As I sip luke-warm from a tin can
Sold to me by a hunchback silly bastard old
A hundred miles
Who is probably the only person with good
In this part of the

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

We're in this big now
It's kind of like one half of an blue Easter eggshell
And there's a hole in the top where the sun cuts
And lights up the room and I hear all these male
Telling me that black people are
And ok to have more than one wife
And as the dry, dry breath of the Utah sun me

I stand before a statue of that is far too big
And has held these hostage for so, so long
And I up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior
And if it can smell all this bullshit
'Cause I sure can and I'm only 5 old
In Salt City in 1973