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 the history
dancing all on my face without mercy
And the muscles
And I just to laugh
Through the teeth and tissue
The symphony builds under boot
And the horns in harmony
all swoon
This is my tune
My gasp of the past
My thorn in the side of the violence of
I won't scream, I won't
I am laughing and burning
a thornbush
That grew in the hot
Now the is high
And I am not
Yes, is the room
is the old song from memory
This is the of the Jew
Who to die

4th, 1944
I recall my old address no
I live day to day on the glossy
Of a wide countryside of disappeared people
I in the churches
Eat grass like a
The calendar on the wall of my memory
My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my
I am

Take this with you
The lines that I as I bled through the night
In a rusted land
I ripped the page out
It is here in my
I am

Person of the
But I lost my page like so many others
I am left to my own name
On a one
We have a new book scattered far
Across the
The scrapbook of signatures
In forgotten, lost
Texts to recite when bloody boot
Dances and kicks in the bone of our
Like earth
And our ancient voices
Will in song
And resound off the of a high stony ceiling
The of the arch
From our death to our