Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and
The gave their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the soul
Now was somewhere out on
By the El Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a of smoke
I thought I him all too well

He said now that I your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not to hear it
I'm gonna tell it to you
You know, I've liked you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But things are get mighty rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

He it's just like home
It's so damned hot, I stand it
My fine seersucker is all soakin' wet

And the are burning
The is raging
And the clock midnight
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)

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I those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time things were a lot more
Fun around
When good was good, and was evil
Before things got so,
Yeah, I was once a boy like you
And I was summoned to the of power in the heavenly court
And I dined with the deities who upon me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and

And they pawned a biting
From hot with blood
And their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle of empty Edens
special for the ones
Who had come with great
To the halls of Allah
For their in the sun

We were stokin' the
And up the machinery
Until the found out we had ideas of our own

And the war was
The earth was
And there was no more
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

Today I an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use word loosely
I will for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
there are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any you like
it worth to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The was on a roll
And the land of
Spawned a new breed of men without souls
year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's nothing left for him to

He said it's just like
It's so low-down, I stand it
I guess my work around has all been done

And the is rotten
The serpent's shine
As he wraps around the
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)