Luyện nghe bài hát Age Of Treason

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

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

We disagreed on things, I shouted peace and love
The of mankind, the symbol of the dove
She only saw the surface of things her face
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 worked his hands up and down the land
His forgot he thought that I must follow

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

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

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