Luyện nghe bài hát The Bulls

On the bulls get so bored
When asked to show off for us
is the sun, the sand and the arena
There are the bulls to bleed for us

It's when grocery clerks
Don Juan
And all the ugly
Turn swans

Who can say what he's
That bull who and paws the ground
And suddenly he sees himself all
Who can say what he
bull who hears the silent screams
From the open of multitudes

On Sundays the bulls get so
When asked to suffer for us
There are the picadors and the mob's
There are the toreros and the mob's
There are the toreros and the mob for us

It's time when clerks
Garcia-Lorca
And the girls put the roses in teeth
Carmen

On Sundays the bulls get so
When they're asked to drop for us
The will plunge down
And the mob will
The will poor down
And the sand to mud

It's time grocery clerks
Become
And the girls
And shout the name of hero

And when finally fell
Did the bulls of a hell
Where men and out matadors
burn

And perhaps with their last
they pardon us their death
Knowing we did at
Carthage, Waterloo, Verdon,
Iwoa Jima, Hiroshima,