Luyện nghe bài hát The Refugee

I am a now
I am running like mad 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 blue in this
Who is so grey the history
Rain all on my face without mercy
And the relax
And I have to laugh
Through the teeth and tissue
The symphony builds under boot
And the drool in harmony
Dancers all
This is my bloody
My gasp of the past
My thorn in the of the violence of time
I won't scream, I writhe
I am laughing and alive
Like a
grew in the hot countryside
Now the is high
And I am not
Yes, is the room
This is the old from memory
This is the of the Jew
Who to die

4th, 1944
I my old address no more
I live day to day on the dancefloor
Of a wide countryside full of people
I in the churches
Eat like a goat
The calendar hangs on the of my memory
My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my
I am

Take document with you
The that I wrote as I bled through the night
In a strange rusted
I ripped 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 inscribe my own
On a one
We will have a new scattered far
Across the
The of signatures scrawled
In forgotten, lost
Texts to recite when time's boot
Dances and kicks in the of our chest
Like soft
And our ancient hoarse
echo in song
And resound off the curve of a high ceiling
The of the arch
From our death to our