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

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

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

Oh the partisand said are photos in your head I want to know what they are;
And he was young but still terrific through the burning horrific
It was done all the
And with his bat and his he's going to stalk
the hills of mercy and lay to their name
the violator's aim
And I called the love everyone
to testify that I am as stupid as a lord on a skewered palace
"So (the person), I called your name in verse
to the masked poled of partisans and sentiments
and cake-holed verse and I am stupid
and indifferent to the of the minions who had stupidly opinioned
that the mayor was the emblem of the name
but the of the palace was from cold
and not malice it was winter in the port
with the broken out to lay their claim:

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