Luyện nghe bài hát The People's Limousine

It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening
Telling tales of the and fishing for Reds
Policemen armed with stand guard but they don't speak
Ain't no Michaelangelo, he'll be here next week

The girl in the with the crystal heels
chaperoned by her brother
They raise a glass of wine
Take pictures of each

Of the policemen in the fountains and the sickle and the
And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking and camera
She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked a dream
She looked as as the people's limousine

Come and sit by me, girl, before I the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your for I'll tell your father of you
He paid to have you painted in the company of
Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and Engels

The patron saint of television smiles from the shelf
Romulus can't criticize but he can't bless
He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black
To vandalize obscenities then make his escape

She walked up to the nice and asked him for a match
He saw Romulus approaching and off the safety catch
cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green
Just as she was kidnapped in the limousine