Luyện nghe bài hát Song to The Orphans

The moltitude assembled and tried to make the
The black poet generals
And restless white boys
But time thin and the axis
Was left somehow
Where instead of lions
We found junkie sheep
How many wasted I seen signed "hollywood or bust"
Left to ride them ever ghostly gusts
Oh, cheerleader and kids with big amps
Sounding in the
High society and ex-heavyweight champs
soot for soil

So me now big mama
As old breaks the day
me, my good linda,
The aurora will your way
The confederacy, she's in my now
And the hounds are at bay
The axis needs a arm
Do you feel muscles play?

The doorstep weaver
Madonna pushing bells
From house to to house to house
Giving kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy, mystic and all star
That the might find the place
Who've lost forever to papa and mama
On their weekends out in
Now the they search for fathers
But their fathers have all
The souls search for saviors
But saviours don't last
Those aimless, questionless renegade
Who live lives in songs
They run the of a candle
In a goodnight and a puff they're gone
So me now big mama
As old breaks the day
Believe me, my linda,
The aurora will your way
The confederacy, she's in my now
And the are held at bay
The axis needs a arm
Do you feel your muscles

The missions are filled with looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with looking for a way in
are orphans junked on silver mountains
Lost in alleyways
wait for that old tramp dog man moses
He in all the strays
"now, grow on empty legends
Or lonely songs
billy the kid was just a bowery boy
Who made his twirling his guns"
The night long, she's lanky
She in her mother tongue
And lullabies the
With an hum