Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big year for
A lousy year for and roll
The people gave their blessings to crimes of
It was a dark, night of the collective 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 somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm gonna tell it to you
You know, I've always you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But are gonna get mighty rough
Here in

He said it's like home
It's so damned hot, I can't it
My fine suit is all soakin' wet

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

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I love those Bavarians, so
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 the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they a biting phrase
From tongues hot blood
And their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty
Branded for the ones
Who had come with great
To the perfumed halls of
For their 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 earth was
And there was no room
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)

Today I an appearance downtown
I am an witness, because 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 there are no facts, is no truth
a data to be manipulated
I can get any result you
What's it to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I sleep well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just selling T-shirts
Just opportunity to in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The marketplace was on a
And the land of
Spawned a whole new breed of men without
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 has all been done

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