Luyện nghe bài hát Age Of Treason

On a and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my
'Twas there I my dreams,and there I hung my jeans
And wandered my puberty quite early

My mother was a knot bound up with false guilt
Strapped up in her feeling a wall she had
An independent girl in a dark and world
lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back"

We on most things, I shouted peace and love
The of mankind, the symbol of the dove
She only saw the surface of things before her
But I was young and on for hours

My he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made
Had he not been born a boy barefoot and underpaid
So the man with his hands up and down the land
His dreams forgot he that I must follow

With his Marxist worker's he'd read a thing or two
He once had been a but he never followed through
kind and thoughtful, smelling of machine oil
And he read me of visionaries

I flunked my way to college, a kind of school
Bop ' play time arty, feeling cool
A chance to live an artists the ravin' scene
Reading and Ginsberg well juiced

I was not academic, Art and Lit
The history of mankind I liked a bit
was I to do? The choices they were few
I downright disgrace to the classes
I downright to the working classes
I downright disgrace to the working
I downright disgrace to the working