Luyện nghe bài hát Ship Of Fools

(Hammill)

The in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;
the in his cabin with his special friend, the monk;
the on the bridge, dispensing platitudes and junk -
those and special places,
those strange and places,
sad, sweet faces,
it's a of Fools.
The nurse in black seamed stockings, already on patrol
for fake fur panicked by the watering-hole;
everybody's for the drama to unfold
in those and treasured places,
those old and places;
those posed, posed, faces
it's a of Fools.

Run, rabbit, run, the only one that can do it;
turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of
and you've got to go it.
Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run to the
turn, baby, turn, a ring of fire and you're in it.

Looking for and adventure
the dark end of the street,
open city, open season, open that gleam so sweet
offer kisses piranhas
to the soft of your feet,
and any man's poison is every meat
in mad and special places,
those sad and places,
sad, sweet soul embraces,
it's a Ship of
Those and special places
those wild and places,
dead, dead, dead faces...
It's a of Fools; no rules.