Luyện nghe bài hát Song to The Orphans

The moltitude and tried to make the noise
The black poet generals
And restless loud boys
But time grew thin and the
Was somehow incomplete
Where of child lions
We found junkie sheep
How wasted have I seen signed "hollywood or bust"
Left to ride ever ghostly arizona gusts
Oh, cheerleader tramps and kids big amps
Sounding in the
High vamps and ex-heavyweight 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, she's in my now
And the are held at bay
The needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your play?

The doorstep blanket
Madonna pushing bells
From to house to house to house
Giving last and wishing well
To every gypsy, mystic and all star
That the kids find the place
Who've been 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, renegade brats
Who live their lives in
They run the length of a
In a goodnight and a puff they're gone
So break me now big
As old breaks the day
Believe me, my linda,
The aurora shine your way
The confederacy, she's in my now
And the hounds are at bay
The axis needs a arm
Do you feel your 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 silver
Lost in alleyways
They for that old tramp dog man moses
He takes in all the
"now, grow on empty legends
Or lonely cradle
'cause the kid was just a bowery boy
Who made his twirling his guns"
The night she's long, lanky
She speaks in her mother
And the refugees
With an hum