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 wake of the
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 the starving
But still we can't feed this hunger inside
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these of ours
stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little here and a small error there
Another square mile 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 from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we're

I stand on these hills and I 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 wish and I
We start over again
Yes I and I wish
We could win back Her love once