Luyện nghe bài hát The People's Limousine

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

The in the shoes with the crystal heels
chaperoned by her brother
They raise a of amber wine
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 someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream
She looked as as the people's limousine

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

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

She walked up to the nice policeman and him for a match
He saw approaching and slipped off the safety catch
Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and
Just as she was kidnapped in the people's