Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

He said now that I your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm gonna tell it to you
You know, I've always you, boy
you were not afraid of me
But are gonna get mighty rough
Here in

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

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

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I love those Bavarians, so
You know, I remember a time when things were a lot
Fun around
When good was good, and evil was
Before things got so,
Yeah, I was once a boy like you
And I was summoned to the of power in the heavenly court
And I with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm
And drank the with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they a biting phrase
From hot with blood
And drained their pens of ink
Vainly for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded for the ones
Who had come great expectations
To the perfumed of Allah
For time in the sun

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

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

Today I made an appearance
I am an expert witness, 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 to be manipulated
I can get any you like
it worth 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
Just opportunity to 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 confused fame
And the is downhearted, baby
'Cause there's nothing left for him to

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

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