Luyện nghe bài hát Tamburitza Lingua

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her life is a long list of what ifs
And she even know where to begin
And the of suffering therein
television

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

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

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

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

One eye upwards looking for the holes in the sky
One eye on the little red light
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
done for, you're done for good
So tell me did
Did you do, did you do all you