Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Radio #1

At the end, where the crowd grew thin
and the was dim on our shoes
where we sat so tense,
not to touch we meant to (I think)
There was no will, no
to breach the night and the talk
She tossed her and home did walk

Broken
Broken

On the day that I was
there was no big flash and no great
but the man the news in Dutch and warned,
"I'm gonna play 'Je on my hunting horn."
In my cradle I was most
So is what you call success

Seamus cried, "My shamrock has died
and my father's gone to Peru."
The frost-damp wore a fat-guts frown
and the DJ's played Bor
The Sunday's sticky, with rain
Sedition entertained

radio
Broken

Murder the past and all who in it
If the past is a wreck all who sail in it
make me realize it's time to on
but all the ships and the planes have
I'm in a savage place with a song
words...[maybes?]