Luyện nghe bài hát Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria)

Well, we're looking at the cover, spending all our
Just at the magazine
Well, look who's on the wasting all our time
psuedo-fascist hero machine
Well, no space for a human being
That man is not a or saint
When somewhere in America
Grown men at the sound of his name
So it goes...

All the girls Gloria
Sing out of key
The sun rose in the west
Accidents in the land of the

Well I grew up they showed you the body count
In color on the TV
And been numbed so insensitive
That all I can about is you and me
Children from the best homes they all guns and butter
have their share of murder blue
Well not such a wiggy-awesome-good-time
When a shopping mall milita point cannons at you
So it goes....

Everyone in the stories 'bout the Cadillacs
got enough to eat
And people always keep eyes glued to the ground
a desperate man, he's gotta cling to the street
And I swear to myself I will help
I will be an man
But when I by and I hear them cry
That money sticks to my hand
What's with me!