Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

When dance in a reptile blaze
You a mask, an equatorial haze
Into the past, a maze
Where there's no confetti to throw

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

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

You wouldn't know what to say to
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 your eyes
Leaves you plain and left
I'll see them rise and
the jaws of a pestilent love

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