Luyện nghe bài hát Tamburitza Lingua

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

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

been spraying us
With chemicals in our
Us,
Something the mosquitoes
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 the truth is at
That's the truth is at

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or she's 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 80's between the Oat Bran and the
She to figure out things like why

One eye pointed upwards for the holes in the sky
One eye on the flashing red light
A Picasso face twisted and listing the canvas
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 for good
So tell me did
Did you do, did you do all you