Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big year for
A lousy for rock and roll
The people gave their to crimes of passion
It was a dark, night of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on
By the El Royale
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of
I thought I him all too well

He said now I have your attention
I got I want to say
You may not want to it
I'm tell it to you anyway
You know, I've always you, boy
Cause you were not of me
But are gonna get mighty rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

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

And the hills are
The wind is
And the clock strikes
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

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

And pawned a biting phrase
From tongues hot blood
And drained pens of bitter ink
reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded for the ones
Who had come with expectations
To the perfumed halls of
For their in the sun

We were the fires
And oilin' up the
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 an appearance downtown
I am an witness, because 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
there are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any result you
What's it to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people selling
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
year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's nothing for him to claim

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

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