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 stand but they don't speak
Ain't no Michaelangelo, he'll be here next week

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

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

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

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

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