Luyện nghe bài hát Song to The Orphans

The moltitude assembled and tried to make the
The black blind poet
And restless loud white
But time thin and the axis
Was left somehow
Where instead of child
We found aging junkie
How wasted have I seen signed "hollywood or bust"
Left to ride ever ghostly arizona gusts
Oh, tramps and kids with big amps
Sounding in the
High society vamps and champs
Mistaking soot for

So me now big mama
As old faithful the day
Believe me, my linda,
The aurora shine your way
The confederacy, in my name now
And the are held at bay
The axis needs a arm
Do you feel muscles play?

The blanket weaver
Madonna she's pushing
From house to to house to house
last kisses and wishing well
To every gypsy, mystic and all star
That the kids might the place
Who've been lost to papa and mama
On their out in space
Now the sons they search for
But their have all gone
The lost souls for saviors
But don't last long
Those aimless, questionless renegade
Who their lives in songs
They run the length of a
In a goodnight whisper and a puff they're
So break me now big
As old breaks the day
Believe me, my linda,
The will shine your way
The confederacy, in my name now
And the hounds are at bay
The needs a stronger arm
Do you feel muscles play?

The are filled with hermits looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men for a way in
There are orphans junked on mountains
Lost in alleyways
They wait for that old tramp dog man
He takes in all the
"now, grow on empty legends
Or lonely songs
'cause the kid was just a bowery boy
Who his living twirling his guns"
The night she's long, lanky
She speaks in her tongue
And the refugees
an amplifier's hum