Luyện nghe bài hát Song to The Orphans

The moltitude assembled and tried to make the
The blind poet generals
And restless loud white
But grew thin and the axis
Was left somehow
instead of child lions
We found junkie sheep
How many wasted I seen signed "hollywood or bust"
Left to them ever ghostly arizona gusts
Oh, cheerleader tramps and kids big amps
in the void
High society and ex-heavyweight champs
Mistaking for soil

So me now big mama
As old faithful the day
me, my good linda,
The will shine 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 doorstep blanket
she's pushing bells
From house to house to to house
Giving last kisses and wishing
To every gypsy, mystic and all hero
the kids might find the place
Who've been lost to papa and mama
On their out in space
Now the sons they for fathers
But fathers have all gone
The lost search for saviors
But don't last long
Those aimless, questionless brats
Who live their in songs
They run the length of a
In a goodnight whisper and a they're gone
So break me now big
As old breaks the day
me, my good linda,
The aurora will shine way
The confederacy, in my name now
And the are held at bay
The axis a stronger arm
Do you feel muscles play?

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