Luyện nghe bài hát Age Of Treason

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

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

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

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

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

I flunked my way to college, a looser kind of
Bop Re-Bopin ' play time arty, feeling
A chance to live an artists the ravin' scene
Kerouac 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 to the working classes
I downright to the working classes
I downright disgrace to the working
I downright to the working classes