Luyện nghe bài hát Apathy 83

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

Old enough to hate
Young enough not to know to run
Oh there ain't no 'n' roll no more
the music of the young

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

The moon shines brightly on some summer
And envy caught a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen sand
Spitting bullets the night

The siren wails on the
Compassion my head 'n' it bleeds
There ain't no rock 'n' roll no
Just the sickly sound of

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

No gardens for the gardenless
No more for the havenless
No more for the helplessness
No more for a less

For the law is now the
'N' the flaw is now the
'N' the is now accepted
'N' the respected

'N' now evil elected
'N' now get selected
Heed a president proven
And now officially

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

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

Nostalgia is starting to too late
Imagination is starting to
There ain't no 'n' roll no more
Just the of the rich

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