Luyện nghe bài hát The Refugee

I am a now
I am like mad across a frosty green Poland
My in a sack
And the in my brain screaming
"How did happen?"
And "Where am I now?"
Who is so in this freeze
Who is so grey with the
Rain dancing all on my without mercy
And the muscles
And I just to laugh
Through the teeth and tissue
The symphony builds your boot
And the horns in harmony
all swoon
This is my bloody
My last of the past
My thorn in the side of the of time
I scream, I won't writhe
I am and burning alive
Like a
grew in the hot countryside
Now the fire is
And I am not
Yes, is the room
This is the old from memory
is the sound of the Jew
Who to die

April 4th,
I recall my old address no
I day to day on the glossy dancefloor
Of a wide full of disappeared people
I sleep in the
Eat grass like a
The calendar on the wall of my memory
My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my
I am

Take document with you
The lines I wrote as I bled through the night
In a rusted land
I have ripped the out
It is in my hand
I am

Person of the
But I have lost my like so many others
I am left to inscribe my own
On a one
We will have a new scattered far
the expanses
The scrapbook of signatures
In forgotten, lost
to recite when time's bloody boot
Dances and kicks in the bone of our
soft earth
And our ancient hoarse
echo in song
And resound off the curve of a stony ceiling
The of the arch
From our to our birth