Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

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

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

I stand on these hills and I watch Her at
A thousands square miles, a orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies in pain
Raped and betrayed in the cold acid
And I and I wish
We could start again
Yes I wish and I
We could win back Her once again