Luyện nghe bài hát Apathy 83

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

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

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

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

The siren 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 for the devil
Apathy for the
for the devil
'N' apathy for the

No more gardens for the
No more for the havenless
No more helpers for the
No somethings for a less

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

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

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

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

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

'N' it's apathy for the
Apathy for the
Apathy for the
Apathy's at pitch