Luyện nghe bài hát The People's Limousine

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

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

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

Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the out of you
Hush your and cover your eyes 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 down from the shelf
Romulus can't criticize but he bless himself
He has a tin of pea-green 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 and slipped off the safety catch
Then cut down her uncle, he was red and green
Just as she was in the people's limousine