Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a big year for fashion
A lousy for rock and roll
The people gave their to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on
By the El Royale
When a stranger appeared in a 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 gonna it to you anyway
You know, always liked you, boy
Cause you were not of me
But are gonna get mighty rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

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

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

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I those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time when things a lot more
Fun here
When good was good, and evil was
Before 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 upon me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the in the warm afternoons
And drank the with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a phrase
From tongues hot blood
And drained pens of bitter ink
reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded special for the
Who had with great expectations
To the perfumed halls of
For time in the sun

We were the fires
And oilin' up the
the gods found out we had ideas of our own

And the war was
The was shaking
And was no more room
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 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 data to be
I can get any result you
What's it to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I very well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
opportunity to participate in the pathetic 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 breed of men souls
This year, notoriety got all with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's nothing left for him to

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

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