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

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

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

Oh the partisand said there are in your head I want to know what they are;
And he was young but still terrific through the burning barn's
It was all the same
And with his bat and his bullies he's to stalk
the hills of mercy and lay waste to name
it's the aim
And I called the from everyone
to testify that I am as stupid as a on a skewered palace sword
"So dumb (the person), I called 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 of the passion-played name
but the of the palace was from cold
and not malice it was winter in the port
with the broken soldiers out to lay claim:

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