Luyện nghe bài hát 21st Century Breakdown

Born Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My was blind from refinery sun

My is zero
I never made it as a working class

21st century
I once was lost but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline

I was made of poison and
Condemnation is I understood
games to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all

My generation is
I never it as a working class hero

21st breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 20th deadline

We are the of, the class of 13
Born in the era of
We are the desperate in the
by the bastards of 1969

My is no one
The lost 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 scars on my
And the to an end
Is all that I have to

I my pride
And I on my faith
I've my heart and my soul
I've my fingers
And through my teeth
The of damage control

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

I liberty
The "freedom to obey"
Is the song that me
Well don't cross the

Oh dream, America,
I can't even
From the light's early

Oh scream, America,
Believe you see
heroes and cons