Luyện nghe bài hát The People's Limousine

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

The in the shoes with the crystal heels
Went by her brother
They raise a glass of amber
pictures of each other

Of the in the fountains and the sickle and the hammer
And they with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera
She looked like girlfriend, she looked like a dream
She looked as unlikely as the limousine

Come and sit by me, girl, I breathe the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for tell your father of you
He paid to have you painted in the of angels
Only to find you anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels

The patron saint of television smiles down the shelf
Romulus can't but he can't bless himself
He has a tin of paint and a big roll of black tape
To vandalize these obscenities then make his

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