Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the war was
The was shaking
And there was no 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 word
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
Just a to be manipulated
I can get any you like
it worth to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I very well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just selling T-shirts
Just to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The marketplace was on a
And the land of
Spawned a new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's left for him to claim

He said it's just like
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 wraps the vine
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)