Luyện nghe bài hát Apathy 83

I'm standin' on the of Vesuvius
My mouth is dry
on wine and wisdom
Giving it all

Old to hate tomorrow
Young enough not to where to run
Oh there ain't no rock 'n' roll no
Just the music of the

And it's for the devil
Apathy for the
for the devil
'N' for the son

The moon brightly on some summer lawn
And envy like a leaf
floating down upon this frozen desert sand
Spitting bullets through the

The wails on the ambulance
touches my head 'n' it bleeds
There ain't no rock 'n' no more
Just the sickly of greed

And it's apathy for the
Apathy for the
for the devil
'N' apathy for the

No more gardens for the
No havens for the havenless
No more for the helplessness
No somethings for a less

For the law is now the
'N' the is now the flawless
'N' the crime is now
'N' the criminal

'N' now evil gets
'N' now sinful get
a president proven rotten
And now forgotten

Was it General Sheridan who once said
"The only good, good man is a dead man", it was not me babe
I said keep your head 'n your bread
Well down under floorboards

You, you look like you gone the wind
Running naked the streets
Wired out, out, transcendental mental
Only laughing in sleep

Nostalgia is starting to focus too
is starting to itch
There ain't no 'n' roll no more
Just the music of the

'N' it's for the devil
Apathy for the
for the devil
Apathy's at fever