Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

I'm sick of the sight of snot-nosed kid
Cutting a swathe the age of deconstruction
Picking at the of the dying beast
And winning all the for imagination
I don't know we've got to lose
But I see the statues beginning to
The deisel's turning, the is high

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

I'm sick of the piled up high
In this sneery culture with its knowing
I'm sick of the from the Church of Unbelief
All fat, and anaesthetised
The emperor's out naked again
I can't believe we're still playing tired old game
Let's get out and cut him down

Ch: What the hell are we for? . .

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

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