Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Parade

Is all that we've
Just nothing but and bags
We're waiting for cabs
So you cigarettes
And I'm taking

In the air, a sea of words,
didn't come soon enough
In my mind a station
And a ticket

And it is Easter in the
I can hear as strike up the band
listening to some old man
Say he came back to with a hole in his hand

And now the Sunday is gathered
Together in and in blue
They're angels for you
But not for me

singing
Gloria in
Deo, deo

in Excelsis
But no,
There's no

And I am for the things
That tried to show to me dear
But no Arcadia,
No Albi, and no Jerusalem here

And your pastures green
There's earth and ash
And there's
And are things that disappear
Into it and they are gone

And there is light that the sky
And then it is again
And is my mother, my father,
And you and we are all

And on the green tell their tales
how even the dead can come back
I just believe in that

So you can on singing
Gloria in
Deo, deo

in Excelsis
But no,
no hope

There's no thing
There's no thing
no such thing
There's no such
There's no thing
no such thing
There's no such
There's no such thing as