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

From the Arizona desert to the Plain
Lights on the patterns on the grain
Anxious eyes turned upward souvenirs
Carrying our hopes and our darkest fears

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

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

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

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

Would pile into the saucer
Find rat and hug it?
Go through the universe
to get McNuggets?

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

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Post, postmodern
No authenticity, no sign of
The won't play 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 hear the humming
But I you, my sister
They're not here, not coming

To this garden we were
And took for granted
Well, it's my daddy told me
You just bloom where planted

Now you to be delivered
From this world of and strife
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 room for
Bring back the Duke of

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

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

They're not here, not coming
Not in a million
'Til we put away our
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