Luyện nghe bài hát Darwin's Children

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver
Of gossamer and protein still we haven't a thing
Are we up in our anger, locked up in our rage
In the opera of selection on this our earthly

And Charlie's spinning laughing, in his grave
at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the
Are we destined to be Darwin's children this
The ribbons of our vanish in the air
In the of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare
And the sky could up and what would we have to say
Something cute about burning out, better fading away
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On the wings of invention now we hurdle our fate
As as the sunset burns
Collective resignation, evolutionary
When will we learn
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