Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

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

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

I stand on hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands square miles, a orange lights
and scarred, She lies silent in pain
Raped and in the cold acid rain
And I wish and I
We start over again
Yes I and I wish
We win back Her love once again