Luyện nghe bài hát Apathy 83

I'm on the edge of Vesuvius
My mouth is dry
Drunk on and wisdom
it all away

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
for the devil
Apathy for the
'N' for the son

The moon shines brightly on summer lawn
And caught like a leaf
Comes down upon this frozen desert sand
Spitting through the night

The siren wails on the
Compassion touches my 'n' it bleeds
There ain't no 'n' roll no more
Just the sickly of greed

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

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

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

'N' now gets elected
'N' now sinful get
Heed a proven rotten
And now officially

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

You, you look like you gone with the
naked through the streets
Wired out, tired out, transcendental
Only laughing in your

Nostalgia is starting to too late
Imagination is to itch
There no rock 'n' roll no more
the music of the rich

'N' apathy for the devil
for the devil
Apathy for the
at fever pitch