Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big year for
A lousy year for and roll
The people their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective
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 I have your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm gonna it to you anyway
You know, I've always you, boy
you were not afraid of me
But things are get mighty rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

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

And the hills are
The wind is
And the clock midnight
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

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I love Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time things were a lot more
Fun around
When good was good, and evil was
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 looked me with favor
For my my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And drank the wine Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a phrase
From tongues hot blood
And drained their of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of Edens
Branded special for the
Who had come with great
To the perfumed halls of
For time in the sun

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

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

I made an appearance downtown
I am an witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use word loosely
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
a data 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 people selling
Just opportunity to participate in the little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big for predators
The marketplace was on a
And the land of
a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's nothing for him to claim

He it's just like home
so low-down, I can't stand it
I guess my work around has all been done

And the is rotten
The serpent's eyes
As he wraps the vine
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)