Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big year for
A year for rock and roll
The people their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark of the collective soul
Now was out on riverside
By the El Hotel
a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I I knew him all too well

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

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

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

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I love those Bavarians, so
You know, I remember a when things were a lot more
Fun around
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 heavenly
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the in the warm afternoons
And drank the with Fitzgerald and Huxley

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

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

And the war was
The earth was
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 will 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 you like
it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I very well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big for predators
The was on a roll
And the land of
Spawned a new breed of men without souls
year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's left for him to claim

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

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)