Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

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

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

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I love Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time when things a lot more
Fun here
When was good, and evil was evil
Before got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was a golden boy like you
And I was summoned to the of power in the heavenly court
And I with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

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

We were the fires
And up the machinery
Until the gods 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)

I made an appearance downtown
I am an witness, because 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 result you
it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I sleep well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people selling
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big for predators
The marketplace was on a
And the of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without
This year, notoriety got all confused fame
And the is downhearted, baby
'Cause there's nothing left for him to

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

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