Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, and now, you've had fun
Under an sun
It's burned into eyes
you plain and left behind
I'll see rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent

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