Luyện nghe bài hát Toledo

Sitting in the Church Of the Holy
I took off my
the Buddhists told me to
And I my sacred offering
And I dip my hands in
Sailed off to
And expelled all the

And all the things
You thought you got to you
coming to you
Not in life
And maybe all the
You were broken
Were never made
never made

You say the stars quit
Quit shining on head
Even the moon coming up
Some old streetlight
But in the fields
Beneath the universe, you
'Cause as the Milky Way whirls you
All you got is
And worry 'bout the Jews
do fine in Lithuania
And a picture of the Virgin Larry
To your in Carolina

And maybe all the
You thought were
Were never made
Promises made

And I'm to God
Than I've been before
Walking the of Spain
Painting Karl Marx on door
Groucho Marx on door
Mark of the Beast on every

Maria
Gloria
Holy wrapper
'Neath the foot of Sierra
And no use even trying
To sing 'til midnight
start the day with music
And up everybody
That's fool to try sleeping
Before getting light out
It's summer in
And I saw ships a-sailing

And all the things
You you got coming to you
coming to you
Not in this
And all the promises
You thought were
Were never really
Promises made