Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look back at us and they write down history
will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew and still we did nothing
everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the of the goldrush
Floating in on waves of our apathy
gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, our children
Storehouses full with the fruits been given
We send off the to suckle the starving
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 of ours
Just and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a leak here and a small error there
Another square poisoned forever
A of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, to return.
The affair it is over, the is dead
She at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these reproaches
And take up distractions to 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 silent in
and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I wish and I
We could over again
Yes I wish and I
We could win back Her love again