Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look back at us and they write down history
What will they say our generation?
We're the who knew everything and still we did nothing
everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her
Until we mortgage the future, bury our
full with the fruits we've been given
We off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was never one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a blaze of suicidal
Not and brave, these leaders of ours
Just and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a error there
Another square mile forever
A series of sad and pathetic little
And out go the lights, to return.
The affair it is over, the is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her
But we turn away from these reproaches
And take up distractions to what we're doing

I stand on these and I watch Her at night
A thousands miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in
Raped and in the cold acid rain
And I and I wish
We could start again
Yes I wish and I
We could win Her love once again