Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they back at us and they write down their history
What will they say our generation?
We're the ones who knew and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, nothing.
Well we pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in on waves of our apathy
gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our
Storehouses full with the fruits we've been
We off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But still we feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was never one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a of suicidal glory
Not and brave, these leaders of ours
stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little here and a small error there
Another square poisoned forever
A series of sad and little fizzles
And out go the lights, to return.
The it is over, the passion is dead
She at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter
And up distractions to forget what we're doing

I on these hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands square miles, a million lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies in pain
and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I and I wish
We could start again
Yes I and I wish
We could win back Her love again