Luyện nghe bài hát They're Not Here, They're Not Coming

From the desert to the Salisbury Plain
Lights on the horizon on the grain
Anxious eyes turned clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our fears

swear there was an accident back in '47
Little man with a great big head splattered down heaven
conspiracy, cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the under endless skies

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Post, world
No time for heroes, no place for guys
No room for Rocky, the squirrel

They're not here, not coming
Not in a years
Turn your eyes back homeward
your trembling, dry your tears

You may see the heavens
You may the cosmos humming
But I you, my brother
They're not here, not coming

Would they pile into the
Orlando's rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the
to get McNuggets?

Well, I don't think so, I think so
It's too dangerous, it's much too strange
Here in a world won't give Oprah
No on the range

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Post, postmodern
No authenticity, no sign of
The radio won't George and Merle

They're not here, they're not
Not in a million
we put away our hatred
'Til we lay our fears

You may see the flashing
You may the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my
not here, they're not coming

To this garden we given
And always took for
Well, it's like my told me
You just where you're planted

Now you to be delivered
From this of pain and strife
That's a substitution
For a spiritual

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Post, postmodern
No for sentiment, no room for romance
Bring the Duke of Earl

They're not here, not coming
Not in a million
Turn your back homeward
your children, dry their tears

You may see the flashing
You may the cosmos humming
But I you, my brother
not here, they're not coming

They're not here, not coming
Not in a million
'Til we put our hatred
And lay aside our

You may see the heavens
You may hear the humming
But I you, my brother
not here, they're not coming