Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

When they dance in a reptile
You wear a mask, an equatorial
the past, a colonial maze
Where no more confetti to throw

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

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

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

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

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