Luyện nghe bài hát Jokerman

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

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

So the sun sets in the sky,
You up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you show why
Shedding off one more of skin,
Keeping one ahead of the persecutor within

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

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

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

Well, the of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the and the sea are your only teachers
In the of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the space,
Half asleep near the stars a small dog licking your face

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

Well, the rifleman's the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get first is uncertain
and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs they spin,
a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in

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

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

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