Luyện nghe bài hát Tamburitza Lingua

A cold and lonely in an old New York hotel
A stranger to a city that she to know so well
Bathing in a bathroom that is in the first blue light
Of the beginning of a at the end of an endless night

Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the
hour, post-rain shower
Stillness seeping upwards steam
From another molten sewer in New York

They've been us
With in our sleep
Us,
Something about the
some kind of disease
Them, me

CIA foul if you ask the guy
Selling hair out of a gym bag
warfare

"I'm you, lab rat to lab rat", he says
"That's the truth is at"
That's where the is at
That's where the is at

And everything seems to have gone wrong that can
But one at a time is an acceptable plan
She tells herself and the air is still
And this morning it's breathable

And for a second the relief is
And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her lifted
She's of clean wind for one lean moment
And then she's trapped

Reverted, and contorted
no way to get free
And getting plenty of little kisses
But nobody's her the key

Her whole life is a long of what ifs
And she even know where to begin
And the pageantry of suffering
Rivals

TV is, after all, the modern day coliseum
devastation as mass entertainment
And now millions sit jeering collectively
The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the arrangement

She is a cab
She is down the avenue
She's 19 on 30

Or maybe she's 30 now
It's to say
It's hard to keep up with time once on its way

And, you know, she had much of a chance
Born a family built like an avalanche
And somewhere in the between the Oat Bran and the Ozone
She to figure out things like why

One eye pointed upwards for the holes in the sky
One eye on the little flashing red
A Picasso twisted and listing down the canvas
Of the end of an night

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
And you're done
You're for, you're done for good
So tell me did
Did you do, did you do all you