Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a big year for fashion
A lousy for rock 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 Royale
When a stranger appeared in a of smoke
I thought I knew him all too

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

He said just like home
It's so 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 love Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a when things were a lot more
Fun around
When good was good, and was evil
Before got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was a golden boy like you
And I was to the halls of power in the heavenly court
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 the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a biting
tongues hot with blood
And drained pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle of empty Edens
Branded special for the
Who had come with expectations
To the halls of Allah
For their in the sun

We were stokin' the
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 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 testify for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
Because there are no facts, there is no
Just a data to be
I can get any you like
it worth to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just selling T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the little circus
And winning, winning,

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

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

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