Luyện nghe bài hát Field Commander Cohen

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

Leave it all and a man
Come back to special
Such as waiting rooms and lines
Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean
And racial roller rides
And forms of boredom, advertised as poetry

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

I never but I heard
You cast your lot along with the
But I overheard your prayer
That you be and nothing more

Than some grateful faithful woman's
Favorite millionaire
The Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair
for the Yankee dollar

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

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 them manifest and
'Til taste is on the tongue
'Til love is pierced and is hung
And every kind of freedom

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