Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look back at us and they write their history
What will say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything and we did nothing
Harvested everything, nothing.
Well we live pretty in the wake of the goldrush
in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her
Until we the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits we've given
We send off the scrag-ends to the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger
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 stupid and petty, of power;
Just a little leak here and a small error
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 stares at us now ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these reproaches
And take up distractions to forget we're doing

I on these hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies in pain
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 once again