Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

He said now that I have attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm tell it to you anyway
You know, I've liked you, boy
Cause you were not of me
But things are gonna get mighty
Here in

He it's just like home
so damned hot, I can't stand it
My fine suit is all soakin' wet

And the are burning
The wind is
And the clock strikes
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

car
I love those Bavarians, so
You know, I remember a when things were a lot more
Fun around
When good was good, and was evil
things got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a phrase
From hot with blood
And drained pens of bitter ink
reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded special for the
Who had with great expectations
To the halls of Allah
For their in the sun

We were stokin' the
And oilin' up the
the gods found out we had ideas of our own

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

Today I made an appearance
I am an witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that word
I testify for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
Because there are no facts, there is no
Just a to be manipulated
I can get any result you
it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, is no right
And I sleep very well at
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just selling T-shirts
opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big year for
The marketplace was on a
And the of opportunity
Spawned a whole new of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with
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 here has all been done

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