Luyện nghe bài hát Tamburitza Lingua

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

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

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
Selling hair out of a gym bag
warfare

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

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

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

Reverted, caged and
no way to get free
And she's getting plenty of little
But slippin' her the key

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

TV is, after all, the modern day roman
devastation as mass entertainment
And now sit jeering collectively cheering
The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal

She is a cab
She is sailing the avenue
19 going on 30

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

And, you know, she never had much of a
Born into a family like an avalanche
And somewhere in the 80's between the Oat and the Ozone
She started to out things like why

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

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