Luyện nghe bài hát Jokerman

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

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

So swiftly the sun in the sky,
You rise up and say to no one
Fools rush in where angels to tread,
Both of futures, so full of dread, you don't show why
Shedding off one layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor

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

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

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

Well, the of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only
In the smoke of the twilight on a steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've out your features
Resting in the fields, far the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a dog licking your face

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

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

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

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

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