Luyện nghe bài hát The Eighth Station Of The Cross Kebab House

I'm sitting at the checkpoint
Keeping to myself
My going out to the girl with the gun
She is young, she is fun, she is

She clocks off, goes to the city
to a club with her friends

I just took a through the checkpoint
Past columns of poor Arab
They queue through the day for a chance to pay
For something to put in their

He can't sleep at night gunfire
The lullaby him to sleep

We there accused of the British collusion
into Palestine
A victory for an astonishing hope
But for him it has devastation
He lives like a prisoner in
He like a prisoner in hell

Dates black and in the blue vault of space
Swoop around a symbol of peace
Can they see the
They're too in talk of love
Why should they contemplate

Everyone meets in the cramped city
Hipsters of zion
To music and dross
At the sign of The
We eat our falafel in
The girl lets her slip
The boy cracks a he is sweet
He to Hip Hop in Gaza
She to Coldplay in Lod