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

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

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

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

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

No gardens for the gardenless
No havens for the havenless
No helpers for the helplessness
No more 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 get selected
a president proven rotten
And now officially

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

You, you like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the
Wired out, tired out, mental
laughing in your sleep

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

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