Luyện nghe bài hát Toledo

Sitting in the Of the Holy McDonald's
I took off my
Like the Buddhists me to
And I make my offering
And I dip my hands in
Sailed off to
And expelled all the

And maybe all the
You you got coming to you
Ain't to you
Not in life
And maybe all the
You were broken
Were really made
Promises made

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

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

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

Maria
Gloria
candy wrapper
'Neath the foot of Madre
And there's no use trying
To 'til after midnight
start the day with music
And wake up
That's fool enough to try
Before it's light out
It's in Toledo
And I saw three a-sailing

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