Luyện nghe bài hát The Bulls

On Sundays the bulls get so
When they're to show off for us
There is the sun, the sand and the
are the bulls ready to bleed for us

It's time when clerks
Don Juan
And all the ugly
Turn into

Who can say what he's
That bull who turns and the ground
And suddenly he sees all nude
Who can say he dreams
That bull who hears the silent
From the open of multitudes

On Sundays the bulls get so
they're asked to suffer for us
There are the and the mob's revenge
are the toreros and the mob's revenge
There are the and the mob kneels for us

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

On Sundays the get so bored
they're asked to drop dead for us
The sword plunge down
And the mob drool
The will poor down
And turn the to mud

It's when grocery clerks
Become
And the girls
And shout the of their hero

And finally they fell
Did the bulls of a hell
Where men and worn out
burn

And with their last breath
Would they pardon us their
what we did at
Carthage, Waterloo, Verdon,
Iwoa Jima, Hiroshima,