Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

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

it all and like a man
Come back to nothing
Such as rooms and ticket lines
Silver bullet suicides and messianic tides
And racial roller coaster
And forms of boredom, advertised as poetry

I know you your sleep now
I know life's been hard
But men are falling
Where you to stand guard

I asked but I heard
You your lot along with the poor
But then I your prayer
That you be and nothing more

Than just some grateful woman's
Favorite millionaire
The patron Saint of Envy and the of despair
Working for the Yankee

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

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

Then let the other be one, yeah
Let manifest and come
'Til every taste is on the
'Til love is pierced and love is
And every kind of freedom

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