Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

He said now that I have your
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm gonna it to you anyway
You know, I've always you, boy
Cause you were not of me
But are gonna get mighty rough
Here in

He said it's just like
It's so damned hot, I can't it
My fine seersucker suit is all 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 Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time when were a lot more
Fun around
good was good, and evil was evil
Before things got so,
Yeah, I was once a boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the 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 Fitzgerald and Huxley

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

We stokin' the fires
And oilin' up the
Until the gods found out we had of our own

And the war was
The was shaking
And there was no room
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

Today I made an downtown
I am an expert witness, 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 are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any you like
What's it to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
people selling T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big for predators
The was on a roll
And the land of
a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's nothing for him to claim

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

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