Luyện nghe bài hát The Bulls

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

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

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

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

It's when grocery clerks
Become
And the girls put the in their teeth
Carmen

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

It's time when clerks
Become
And the girls
And the name of their hero

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

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