Luyện nghe bài hát The Bulls

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

It's time grocery clerks
Become Don
And all the ugly
into swans

Who can say he's found
That who turns and paws the ground
And suddenly he himself all nude
Who can say what he
That bull who the silent screams
From the open mouths of

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

It's time when grocery
Become
And the put the roses in their teeth
Carmen

On the bulls get so bored
When asked to drop dead for us
The sword will down
And the mob will
The blood will down
And turn the to mud

It's when grocery clerks
Nero
And the scream
And shout the name of hero

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

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