Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Cohen
He was our most spy
Wounded in the line of
Parachuting into diplomatic cocktail parties
Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and

Leave it all and a man
back to nothing special
Such as rooms and ticket lines
Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean
And racial roller coaster
And other forms of boredom, as poetry

I know you your sleep now
I your life's been hard
But men are falling
Where you to stand guard

I asked but I heard
You cast your lot along with the
But then I overheard prayer
That you be this and more

Than just some grateful woman's
singing millionaire
The Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair
for the Yankee dollar

I know you need your now
I know your been hard
But many men are
Where you to stand guard

Ah, lover come and lie me
If my is who you are
And be your sweetest awhile
Until I ask for more, my

Then let the other selves be one,
Let them manifest and
'Til taste is on the tongue
'Til is pierced and love is hung
And every kind of done

Then, oh, my love, oh, my
Oh, my love, oh, my
Oh, my love, oh, my