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, dark of the collective soul
Now was out on riverside
By the El Royale
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of
I thought I knew him all too

He now that I have your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not to hear it
I'm gonna it to you anyway
You know, always liked you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But things are gonna get rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

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

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

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I love Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time things were a lot more
Fun around
When was good, and evil was evil
things got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a boy like you
And I was summoned to the of power in the heavenly court
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a phrase
tongues hot with blood
And drained their pens of ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty
special for the ones
Who had come great expectations
To the perfumed of Allah
For time 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 earth was
And was no more room
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, 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, there is no
a data to be manipulated
I can get any you like
What's it to ya?
there is no wrong, there is no right
And I very 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 pretty big for predators
The marketplace was on a
And the of opportunity
Spawned a whole new of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
there's nothing left for him to claim

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

And the is rotten
The eyes shine
As he wraps around the
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)