Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

He now that I have your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm tell it to you anyway
You know, always liked you, boy
Cause you were not 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 suit is all soakin' wet

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

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I those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a when things were a lot more
Fun here
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 halls of power in the heavenly
And I dined with the deities who upon me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the palms in the afternoons
And drank the wine with and Huxley

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

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

And the war was
The earth was
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 that word
I will for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
Because are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any you like
it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, is no right
And I sleep well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just selling T-shirts
Just to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The was on a roll
And the of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men souls
This year, got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
there's nothing left for him to claim

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

And the fruit is
The eyes shine
As he wraps around the
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)