Luyện nghe bài hát Jokerman

Standing on the casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists a hurricane was blowing
Freedom around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, good will it do?

Jokerman to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

So the sun sets in the sky,
You up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so of dread, you don't show why
off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one ahead of the persecutor within

Jokerman to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

You're a man of the mountains, you can on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, a dream twister
You're going to and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would to marry your sister
to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any

Jokerman dance to the tune,
Bird fly high by the of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

Well, the of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a steed,
Michelangelo indeed carved out your features
in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the with a small dog licking your face

dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

Well, the rifleman's the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that spin,
Only a matter of time 'til comes steppin' in

Jokerman to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

It's a shadowy world, skies are gray,
A woman gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the
And place them at the feet of a
Oh, Jokerman, you know he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't any response

dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,