Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big year for
A year for rock and roll
The gave their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark of the collective soul
Now was out on riverside
By the El Royale
a stranger appeared in a cloud 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 tell it to you anyway
You know, I've always you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But things are gonna get rough
Here in

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

And the are burning
The wind is
And the strikes midnight
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)

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I those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a when things were a lot more
Fun here
When 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 deities who upon me with favor
For my my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And drank the wine Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a phrase
From tongues hot with
And their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle of empty Edens
Branded special for the
Who had come with great
To the perfumed halls of
For their in the sun

We were the fires
And up the machinery
Until the found out we had ideas of our own

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

Today I made an appearance
I am an witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that word
I testify 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
it worth to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I very well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
people selling T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic circus
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The was on a roll
And the land of
Spawned a whole new 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
so low-down, I can't stand it
I guess my work around here has all done

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