Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

I'm sick of the sight of snot-nosed kid
Cutting a swathe through the age of
Picking at the sores of the beast
And winning all the prizes for
I don't know what we've got to
But I see the statues beginning to
The deisel's turning, the moon is

Ch: What the hell are we waiting
I see the smoke on the horizon
I the fires of the burning season
the hell are we waiting for?

I'm sick of the piled up high
In this culture with its knowing smile
I'm sick of the sermons from the Church of
All fat, empty and
The out riding naked again
I can't believe we're still playing this tired old
get out there and cut him down

Ch: What the are we waiting for? . .

On a smoky yellow sunset, I'm sitting at the
As the traffic crawls by on the
Bumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next
I see you drowning in a sea of
Let's go and get the ones who put you down here
The highway's jammed up disinformation
And the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the

Ch: What the fuck are we waiting for? . .