Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask, an equatorial
Into the past, a colonial
Where there's no more confetti to

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

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

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

Oh, and now, you've had fun
an air-conditioned sun
It's burned your eyes
Leaves you plain and left
see them rise and fall
Into the 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