Luyện nghe bài hát The Refugee

I am a now
I am running like mad across a frosty green
My in a sack
And the blood in my screaming
"How did happen?"
And "Where am I now?"
Who is so in this freeze
Who is so grey the history
Rain dancing all on my without mercy
And the muscles
And I just have to
Through the loose and tissue
The symphony builds your boot
And the horns in harmony
all swoon
This is my tune
My last of the past
My thorn in the side of the of time
I won't scream, I won't
I am laughing and burning
Like a
That grew in the hot
Now the fire is
And I am not
Yes, is the room
This is the old song memory
is the sound of the Jew
Who to die

4th, 1944
I recall my old address no
I live day to day on the glossy
Of a countryside full of disappeared people
I sleep in the
Eat like a goat
The calendar hangs on the wall of my
My name is inscribed up the of my coat
I am

Take this with you
The that I wrote as I bled through the night
In a strange rusted
I have the page out
It is here in my
I am

Person of the
But I have lost my like so many others
I am left to my own name
On a one
We will have a new scattered far
Across the
The scrapbook of signatures
In forgotten, lost
Texts to recite when time's bloody
Dances and in the bone of our chest
Like soft
And our hoarse voices
Will in song
And resound off the curve of a stony ceiling
The of the arch
From our to our birth