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

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

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

Well, a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern
No time for heroes, no place for guys
No room for Rocky, the flying

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Post, world
No place for sentiment, no for romance
Bring back the Duke of

not here, they're not coming
Not in a years
your hopes back homeward
Hold children, dry their tears

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