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

From the Arizona desert to the Plain
Lights on the horizon on the grain
Anxious eyes upward clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest

They swear there was an accident in '47
Little man a great big head splattered down from heaven
Government conspiracy, and lies
Hidden in the under endless skies

Well, a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern
No for heroes, no place for good guys
No for Rocky, the flying squirrel

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

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

Would they pile into the
Find rat and hug it?
Go screaming the universe
to get McNuggets?

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

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Post, world
No authenticity, no sign of
The radio play George and Merle

not here, they're not coming
Not in a years
'Til we put our hatred
'Til we lay our fears

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

To this garden we were
And always took for
Well, it's like my daddy me
You just bloom where you're

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

Well, a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern
No place for sentiment, no for romance
Bring the Duke of Earl

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

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

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

You may see the heavens
You may hear the cosmos
But I promise you, my
They're not here, they're not