Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

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

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

You're out of luck, singing funeral songs
To the studs, they're and bronze
They seem to strut in millennial fogs
'Til they fall and deflate

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

Oh, and now, you've had fun
Under an sun
burned into your eyes
Leaves you and left behind
see them rise and fall
Into the of a pestilent love

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