Luyện nghe bài hát Albert Camus

Running
run-down, one-horse town
One of these
gonna crucify me
How weary, stale, flat and
It is to be young, dumb, and lots of money
We will sit upon this grassy
hands and stroking handguns
With pristine
And even my own mother tell you
I am an asshole, but it all
is an apathetic heart of gold

So who be saved,
From the to the greatest men?
Because even Abe
poison milk to schoolchildren

The blood drive to Glen Rock High
In a white bus with red on the side
And a long needle
brought to suck me dry
Like mosquitoes in the sky
Now you're doing time for stealing
From a
Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell these days
And if you a mask
They can still read your plate
And a line
Is a thing to waste
the more we think
The less it all sense
Tonight we drink
To our general
of God
We think nothing of at all
So, Death, be not
Because we don't a fuck about nothing
And we want what we are not allowed