Luyện nghe bài hát Tamburitza Lingua

A cold and porcelain lonely in an old New York
A stranger to a city she used 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her whole life is a list of what ifs
And she doesn't even where to begin
And the of suffering therein
television

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

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

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

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

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

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