Luyện nghe bài hát The Bulls

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

It's when grocery clerks
Don Juan
And all the girls
into swans

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

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

It's time when clerks
Become
And the girls put the roses in teeth
Like

On Sundays the bulls get so
When they're asked to dead for us
The sword will down
And the mob drool
The blood will down
And turn the to mud

It's time when grocery
Nero
And the scream
And the name of their hero

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

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