Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

they dance in a reptile blaze
You a mask, an equatorial haze
Into the past, a maze
Where no more confetti to throw

You know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you sell
Misery waits in hotels
To be

You're out of luck, singing funeral songs
To the studs, they're anabolic and
They seem to strut in their millennial
they fall down and deflate

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

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

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