Luyện nghe bài hát Tamburitza Lingua

A cold and porcelain lonely in an old New hotel
A to a city that she used to know so well
Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the blue light
Of the beginning of a century at the end of an night

Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the
Pre-rush hour, shower
Stillness seeping like steam
From another sewer summer in New York

They've spraying us
With chemicals in our
Us,
about the mosquitoes
Having kind of disease
Them, me

CIA play if you ask the guy
hair dryers out of a gym bag
Chemical

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

And everything seems to have gone terribly that can
But one breath at a is an acceptable plan
She herself and the air is still there
And morning it's even breathable

And for a second the relief is
And she's a heavy of flour sifted her burden lifted
full of clean wind for one lean moment
And she's trapped again

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

Her whole life is a long of what ifs
And she doesn't know where to begin
And the pageantry of therein
television

TV is, after all, the day roman coliseum
devastation as mass entertainment
And now millions sit collectively cheering
The hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement

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

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

And, you know, she had much of a chance
Born into a family built like an
And somewhere in the 80's between the Oat and the Ozone
She to figure out things like why

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

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