Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

Oh, when they beat a broken guitar
And all the streets, they of tropical charms
The embassies lie in shards
Where tourists snore and

When they in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask, an equatorial
Into the past, a maze
Where there's no more to throw

You wouldn't what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you sell
Misery in vague hotels
To be

You're out of luck, you're funeral songs
To the studs, they're anabolic and
seem to strut in their millennial fogs
'Til they fall down and

You wouldn't know to say to yourself
is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in hotels
To be

Oh, and now, had your fun
an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into eyes
Leaves you and left behind
I'll see them and fall
Into the of a pestilent love

You wouldn't know what to say to
is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery in vague hotels
To be a