Luyện nghe bài hát The Refugee

I am a now
I am like mad across a frosty green Poland
My head in a
And the blood in my screaming
"How did happen?"
And "Where am I now?"
Who is so blue in freeze
Who is so grey with the
dancing all on my face without mercy
And the relax
And I have to laugh
Through the teeth and tissue
The builds under your boot
And the horns drool in
Dancers all
This is my bloody
My last of the past
My thorn in the side of the violence of
I won't scream, I won't
I am laughing and alive
a thornbush
That in the hot countryside
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

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

Take this with you
The lines I wrote as I bled through the night
In a strange rusted
I ripped the page out
It is in my hand
I am

Person of the
But I have lost my page 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, diaries
Texts to recite time's bloody boot
Dances and in the bone of our chest
soft earth
And our ancient voices
Will in song
And resound off the curve of a stony ceiling
The curve of the
From our death to our