Luyện nghe bài hát Tropicalia

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

When dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask, an haze
Into the past, a maze
Where no more confetti to throw

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

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

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

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

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