Luyện nghe bài hát When Sal's Burned Down

Are we the fools for surprised
That a silence could end with no
the silent movie era, like with snow
Like when Sal's down
Well yeah, was noise but nothing to mark the passing on
Of that great unspoken chance we had

Where the end came well-trod and familiar
Like the Charlie Chaplin that fades to black
And there wasn't trying to sell their souls
They were only trying to buy them
were only trying to buy them back

Well yeah, was a Sal
He walked with bulging pockets town
Either he was up to no
Or he just got excited watching things down
Well, I guess he got the idea, if you hold a chunk of gold in hand now
For in your life you can throw some weight around

And Sal, slimeball sell-out, how can we blame you
We all something to put our fingers on
And you'll never know the true that you've lost
Till the barstools are gone
the vinyl barstools are gone

If you toss around some you might say that
Sal was carrying a for the mob
But the mob's gone too, yeah the sign of them left
Is on every at the Multiplex and we go there no prob hey
'Cause there no cowboy's in this Connecticut town
No, not anymore, no, not Sal's burned down

Once you dip your tin cup in the muse's watering hole
Or pioneer a new of common ground
Then you'd lie on time-traveled bedroll
Quite amazed at the terrain
And if anyone you'd never have fame and fortune
Just bar you know, you'd ride that way again
I bet you'd ride that way