Luyện nghe bài hát Song to The Orphans

The moltitude assembled and to make the noise
The blind poet generals
And restless white boys
But time grew and the axis
Was left incomplete
instead of child lions
We found junkie sheep
How many have I seen signed "hollywood or bust"
Left to ride them ghostly arizona gusts
Oh, tramps and kids with big amps
in the void
High society vamps and ex-heavyweight
soot for soil

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 hounds are at bay
The needs a stronger 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
the kids might find the place
Who've been lost to papa and mama
On weekends out in space
Now the sons they for fathers
But their fathers have all
The lost souls for saviors
But don't last long
Those aimless, questionless brats
Who live their in songs
They run the of a candle
In a goodnight whisper and a puff gone
So break me now big
As old faithful the day
me, my good linda,
The aurora will your way
The confederacy, she's in my now
And the are held at bay
The axis a stronger arm
Do you feel muscles play?

The missions are filled with looking for a friend
The terraces are with cat-men looking for a way in
There are junked on silver mountains
in celestial alleyways
They for that old tramp dog man moses
He in all the strays
"now, don't on empty legends
Or cradle songs
'cause the kid was just a bowery boy
Who made his twirling his guns"
The she's long, she's lanky
She speaks in her mother
And the refugees
an amplifier's hum