Luyện nghe bài hát Darwin's Children

Seven million years of progress handed on silver wings
Of gossamer and still we haven't learned a thing
Are we caught up in our anger, up in our rage
In the of selection on this our earthly stage

And spinning laughing, laughing in his grave
at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings like angels, can we out of the grind
Are we to be Darwin's children this time
The ribbons of our cigarettes in the air
In the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly
And the sky could open up and would we have to say
Something cute about burning out, better fading away
Repeat
On the wings of invention now we toward our fate
As sure as the burns
Collective resignation, evolutionary
When will we ever
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