Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big for fashion
A year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessings to of passion
It was a dark, night of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on
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 your
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm gonna tell it to you
You know, always liked you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But things are get mighty rough
Here in

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

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

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

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

We were the fires
And oilin' up the
Until the gods out we had ideas 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 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
there are no facts, there is no truth
Just a to be manipulated
I can get any result you
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 people selling
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little
And winning, winning,

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

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

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