Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

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

I was much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of
Just stupid and petty, unworthy of
Just a little leak here and a small error
Another square mile forever
A of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is
She stares at us now ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter
And take up distractions to what we're doing

I stand on hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She silent in pain
and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I and I wish
We could start over
Yes I wish and I
We could win back Her love once