Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden Of Allah

It was a pretty big for fashion
A lousy for rock and roll
The people gave their blessings to of passion
It was a dark, night of the collective soul
Now was out on riverside
By the El Hotel
a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I I knew him all too well

He said now that I have attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not to hear it
I'm tell it to you anyway
You know, I've liked you, boy
Cause you were not of me
But things are gonna get mighty
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

He said just like home
It's so hot, I can't stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all wet

And the are burning
The is raging
And the clock midnight
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

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I those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time things were a lot more
Fun here
When good was good, and evil was
Before things got so,
Yeah, I was once a golden boy you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly
And I dined with the deities who upon me with favor
For my my creativity
And we sat the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and

And they pawned a phrase
From tongues hot with
And drained their of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty
Branded special for the
Who had come with expectations
To the halls of Allah
For their in the sun

We were the fires
And oilin' up the
Until the gods found out we had of our own

And the war was
The earth was
And there was no room
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)

Today I made an downtown
I am an expert witness, I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that loosely
I will for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
Because there are no facts, is no truth
a data to be manipulated
I can get any result you
What's it to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I sleep well at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people selling
Just to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a big year for predators
The marketplace was on a
And the land of
Spawned a whole new of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause there's nothing left for him to

He said just like home
It's so low-down, I stand it
I my work around here has all been done

And the is rotten
The eyes shine
As he around the vine
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)