Luyện nghe bài hát Jokerman

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

dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

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

dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh,

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

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

Well, the Book of and Deuteronomy,
The law of the and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've out your features
Resting in the fields, far the turbulent space,
Half asleep the stars with a small dog licking your face

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

Well, the stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes in

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

It's a shadowy world, skies are gray,
A just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless off the street
And place them at the of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any

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