Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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