Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look back at us and they write their history
What will they say about our
We're the ones who everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, nothing.
Well we live well in the wake of the goldrush
in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly away at Her body
Until we the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits been given
We send off the scrag-ends to the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a blaze of glory
Not foolish and brave, leaders of ours
stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little 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 it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her
But we away from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to what we're doing

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