Luyện nghe bài hát Age Of Treason

On a long and hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little bedroom I done my growin'
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams,and there I my jeans
And wandered through my puberty early

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

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

My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have
Had he not been born a poor boy barefoot and
So the man worked his hands up and down the land
His forgot he thought that I must follow

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

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

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