Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

He said now that I have attention
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
you were not afraid of me
But things are gonna get rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

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

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

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

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

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

And the war was
The earth was
And was no more room
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 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 result you
What's it to ya?
there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
Just to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big year for
The was on a roll
And the of opportunity
Spawned a whole new of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all with fame
And the is downhearted, baby
'Cause there's 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 fruit is
The serpent's eyes
As he wraps around the
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)