Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a big year for fashion
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 out on riverside
By the El Hotel
When a appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I him all too well

He said now that I have attention
I got I want to say
You may not to hear 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 rough
Here in

He said it's like home
It's so damned hot, I stand it
My seersucker suit is all soakin' wet

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

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I love those Bavarians, so
You know, I remember a time when things were a lot
Fun here
When good was good, and evil was
things 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 dined with the who looked upon me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and

And they a biting phrase
From tongues hot blood
And drained their pens of ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of Edens
Branded special for the
Who had come with expectations
To the perfumed of Allah
For time in the sun

We were the fires
And up the machinery
Until the gods found out we had of our own

And the war was
The was shaking
And there was no room
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 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
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 very well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
Just 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
a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's left for him to claim

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

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