Luyện nghe bài hát Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria)

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

All the named Gloria
Sing out of key
The sun rose in the today
Accidents in the of the free

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

Everyone believes in the stories 'bout the
Everybody's got to eat
And always keep their eyes glued to the ground
When a desperate man, he's cling to the street
And I swear to myself I help them
I will be an man
But I walk by and I hear them cry
money just sticks to my hand
What's with me!