Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Dreams

The are in the flower bed
A red rides the sky
I guess I be happy
to be alive

But we have poisoned
And to it all
The cell phone babble
Through the shopping

While condors fall from Indian
beach and die in sand
Bad are good
In the plan

You be trusted
Do you even know lying
dangerous to kid yourself
You go deaf and dumb and

You take such entitlement
You give bad
You no grace
No empathy, no

You have no sense of
Oh, my is in my hands
Bad dreams are
In the great

Before that apple
We one with everything
No sense of and other
No

But now we to grapple
With our world backfiring
Keeping one eye on our
Deadly

Everyone's a
hands are clean
There's so little left of wild Eden Earth
So near the of our machines

We live in electric scabs
These lesions once were
No one knows how to the blame
Or learn past mistakes

So who will come to the day
Mighty Mouse,
Bad are good
In the great