Luyện nghe bài hát 21st Century Breakdown

Born into Nixon I was in hell
A child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My town was from refinery sun

My is zero
I never made it as a working hero

century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the century deadline

I was made of and blood
is what I understood
Video games to the fall
Homeland could kill us all

My generation is
I never made it as a working class

21st century
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the century deadline

We are the of, the class of 13
Born in the era of
We are the in the decline
Raised by the bastards of

My is no one
The long son
on the 4th of July

Raised in the era of and cons
That left me for dead or

I am a
A of pride
My debt to the quo

The on my hands
And the to an end
Is all that I to show

I my pride
And I choked on my
given my heart and my soul
I've my fingers
And lied through my
The of damage control

been to the edge
And I've thrown the
Of left over from the grave
I sat in the waiting
my time
And waiting for Day

I praise
The "freedom to obey"
Is the song that me
Well cross the line

Oh dream, America,
I can't sleep
the light's early dawn

Oh scream, America,
Believe you see
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