Luyện nghe bài hát The Bulls

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

time when grocery clerks
Become Don
And all the girls
into swans

Who can say what found
That bull who turns and the ground
And suddenly he sees himself all
Who can say he dreams
That who hears the silent screams
From the open of multitudes

On the bulls get so bored
When asked to suffer for us
There are the and the mob's revenge
There are the and the mob's revenge
are the toreros and the mob kneels for us

It's time when grocery
Become
And the girls put the in their teeth
Like

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

It's time when clerks
Nero
And the scream
And shout the name of their

And finally they fell
Did the bulls dream of a
Where men and worn out
Still

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