Luyện nghe bài hát American Son

Set a ship for the Martian Cydonia
I am a longing to fly.
as a white tail buck,
running on luck,
and claim the sky.

Carry me back to the dawning with
muskets and garrisons, aflame.
The world was new, tell,
shocked the red lines fell
in the of my aim.

Many times over, well they my epitaph.
I had the laugh second to none.
Just light this and don't bet against me, boys.
I'm an Son.

Mention my in the poolhalls of Albany.
They will me wild and young,
author of schemes,
father of machines,
a to some.

My and I had words down in Gettysburg.
I cried when burned, the century changed.
Doughboys and gin,
and jazz-age sin
in the age.

Bury my heart on the of Normandy;
the price paid for liberty in my veins.
I died on bone sand,
on beaches where girls tan.
We sang Marlene.

I hit the with plastic and Chevrolet,
lasers and Willie Mays, jeans and scars.
I pumped the oil stores of dinosaurs,
and turned to the

So set a ship for the Martian Cydonia
I am a longing to fly...
I've split the atom
I'm to lock and ride
and never die.