Luyện nghe bài hát The Partisan But He's Got To Know

Oh the said
s"there are in your head I want to know what they are"
And he was wise in many matters of the bruised and the
And the cold in car
He said that "I want the Apollo-weary citizen has some behind his bar."
Who blows the sky? Who the sea?
Who the Myriad in the grass in front of me?

In the lofts they would pull and they would upon their seleves
and the is a symphony of "Father won't you please?"
And the rent a myth because the photograph is diseased
For the matriarch has slipped and her blessed knee:
"Oh when's she going to slow Wil Wendy ever slow down?"

Oh the partisand said there are in your head I want to know what they are;
And he was but still terrific through the burning barn's horrific
It was all the same
And with his bat and his bullies going to stalk
the of mercy and lay waste to their name
it's the aim
And I the love from everyone
to testify that I am as as a lord on a skewered palace sword
"So (the person), I called your name in verse
to the poled opponents of partisans and sentiments
and cake-holed second verse and I am
and indifferent to the muscles of the who had stupidly opinioned
that the mayor was the emblem of the passion-played
but the fall of the palace was cold
and not malice it was winter in the port
with the soldiers out to lay their claim:

wild blood, oh do you still run around with blood?