Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

Field Cohen
He was our most spy
in the line of duty
Parachuting acid into cocktail parties
Urging Fidel Castro to abandon and castles

it all and like a man
Come back to special
Such as waiting rooms and ticket
Silver bullet suicides and messianic tides
And roller coaster rides
And other of boredom, advertised as poetry

I know you your sleep now
I know your life's hard
But many men are
Where you promised to guard

I asked but I heard
You cast your lot along with the
But then I overheard prayer
you be this and nothing more

Than just some faithful woman's
Favorite millionaire
The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of
Working for the dollar

I you need your sleep now
I your life's been hard
But many men are
Where you promised to stand

Ah, lover and lie with me
If my is who you are
And be your self awhile
I ask for more, my child

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

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