Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

He said now I have your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not to hear it
I'm gonna tell it to you
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 it's like home
so damned hot, I can't stand it
My fine suit is all soakin' wet

And the are burning
The is raging
And the strikes 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 was good, and evil was evil
things got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was a golden boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly
And I dined with the deities who looked me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the palms in the afternoons
And drank the wine Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a phrase
From tongues hot 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 halls of
For time in the sun

We were stokin' the
And up the machinery
Until the gods found out we had of our own

And the war was
The earth was
And was no more room
In the of Allah
(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 word loosely
I testify for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
Because there are no facts, there is no
a data to be manipulated
I can get any result you
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
Just people selling
Just to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The was on a roll
And the land of
Spawned a whole new breed of men souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with
And the is downhearted, baby
'Cause nothing left for him to claim

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

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