Luyện nghe bài hát The Refugee

I am a now
I am running like mad a frosty green Poland
My head in a
And the in my brain screaming
"How did happen?"
And "Where am I now?"
Who is so blue in this
Who is so grey with the
Rain dancing all on my face mercy
And the relax
And I just to laugh
the loose teeth and tissue
The symphony builds under your
And the drool in harmony
Dancers all
This is my tune
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
a thornbush
That in the hot countryside
Now the fire is
And I am not
Yes, this is the
This is the old song from
This is the of the Jew
Who to die

4th, 1944
I recall my old no more
I live day to day on the dancefloor
Of a wide countryside 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 document you
The lines that I wrote as I 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 my page like so many others
I am left to inscribe my own
On a one
We will have a new book far
the expanses
The of signatures scrawled
In forgotten, lost
Texts to when time's bloody boot
Dances and in the bone of our chest
Like earth
And our ancient hoarse
Will echo in
And resound off the curve of a high ceiling
The curve of the
From our to our birth