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

I'm sitting around at the
myself to myself
My heart's going out to the girl the gun
She is young, she is fun, she is

She off, goes back to the city
Goes to a with her friends

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

He can't sleep at night without
The lullaby puts him to

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

Dates black and white in the vault of space
Swoop around like a of peace
Can see the hawk?
too busy in talk of love
Why should they contemplate

meets in the cramped city streets
Hipsters of collide
To talk and dross
At the sign of The
We eat our in peace
The girl lets her slip
The boy a joke he is sweet
He listens to Hip Hop in
She listens to in Lod