Luyện nghe bài hát Berlin

The mascaraed from the Berliner bar
at twilight, gets dressed in a daze
Black leather crackles, cold runs
As she touches the of her memory maze

The shadows of men she has fill her day
She's held half the world in her so they say
But she wakes up without them with a hole in her
And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind

Mascaraed from the Berliner bar
Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the
Black leather crackles and cold runs
As she the walls of her memory maze

got stranded in no man's land
Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping
Nobody knows side he was on
a risk that you take in no man's land

Nobody knows what made him
To run for and to certain suicide
When they off the guns and his fingers uncurl
clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl

Come in from your checkpoints on lonely roads
Come in from your ditches in your fields
Where intensified from a rifle sight
the darkness day and the day too bright, too bright

We wake up you
We wake up you
We up without you

We wake up you
With a hole in our
With a hole in our

You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy
In martens and drunk on sake
You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of
Terrified, sunken eyed, and drawn

The butcher, the baker, the munitions
The over achiever, the armistice
The free-base instructor, the lightning
The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the

The market mailer, the quick an the dead
The spotlight dancer, the quick and the
The and the dead, the quick and the dead

We up without you
Yeah, we wake up you
With a in our hearts

The mascaraed blond from the bar
Rises at twilight, dressed in a daze