Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

I'm sick of the sight of some kid
a swathe through the age of deconstruction
Picking at the sores of the dying
And winning all the prizes for
I don't know we've got to lose
But I see the beginning to fall
The deisel's turning, the is high

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

I'm sick of the ironies piled up
In this sneery culture with its smile
I'm sick of the from the Church of Unbelief
All fat, empty and
The emperor's out riding naked
I believe we're still playing this tired old game
get out there and cut him down

Ch: the hell are we waiting for? . .

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

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