Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and
The people gave their blessings to of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective
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 I want to say
You may not to hear it
I'm gonna it to you anyway
You know, I've always you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But are gonna get mighty rough
Here in

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

And the are burning
The is raging
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 got so, fuzzy
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 looked upon me with
For my my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And drank the with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And pawned a biting phrase
From hot with blood
And drained pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of Edens
special for the ones
Who had come with great
To the halls of Allah
For time in the sun

We were stokin' the
And up the machinery
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)

Today I made an downtown
I am an witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that loosely
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
Just a to be manipulated
I can get any you like
What's it to ya?
Because there is no wrong, is no right
And I sleep well 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 year for
The was on a roll
And the of opportunity
a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, got all confused with fame
And the is downhearted, baby
'Cause there's left for him to claim

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

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