Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big for fashion
A lousy for rock and roll
The people their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark of the collective soul
Now was out on riverside
By the El Royale
a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I him all too well

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

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

And the are burning
The wind is
And the strikes 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 here
good was good, and evil was evil
Before got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a golden boy you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly
And I dined with the who looked upon me with favor
For my my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the afternoons
And drank the wine with and Huxley

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

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

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

Today I made an appearance
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
Because there are no facts, is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any result you
What's it to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I sleep very at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little
And winning, winning,

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

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

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