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

Oh the said
s"there are photos in your head I want to know what are"
And he was wise in many matters of the bruised and the
And the in your car
He said that "I want the Apollo-weary citizen 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 is a symphony of "Father won't you please?"
And the rent becomes a myth the photograph is diseased
For the matriarch has and hurt her blessed knee:
"Oh she going to slow down? Wil Wendy ever slow down?"

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

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