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
in a bathroom that is bathed in the first blue light
Of the beginning of a century at the end of an night

Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting the avenue
Pre-rush hour, post-rain
Stillness upwards like steam
From molten sewer summer in New York

been spraying us
With chemicals in our
Us,
Something the mosquitoes
Having some kind of
Them, me

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

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

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

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

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

Her life is a long list of what ifs
And she doesn't even know to begin
And the of suffering therein
Rivals

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

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

Or maybe really 30 now
hard to say
It's hard to keep up with once it's 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 started to out things like why

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

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