Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our
We're the ones who everything and still we did nothing
everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her
Until we mortgage the future, our children
Storehouses full with the we've been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the
But still we can't feed this strange inside
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was never one for the great "Big Bang" theory
out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of
Just and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a error there
Another mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic little
And out go the lights, to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is
She stares at us now ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we're

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