Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look back at us and they write down history
What will they say our generation?
the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, nothing.
Well we pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our
Storehouses with the fruits we've been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the
But still we can't feed this hunger inside
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was never much one for the great "Big Bang"
Going out in a of suicidal glory
Not and brave, these leaders of ours
Just and petty, unworthy of power;
a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile forever
A series of sad and pathetic little
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 these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget we're doing

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