Luyện nghe bài hát Degeneration

The future so pretty
When you're looking
The mirror.
'Cause history seems to itself,
And our sins to reappear.
We wake up morning
And things still the same,
Resolutions made, the are paid,
But the problems remain.
In the never-ending
Of who we are,
of mud,
Talking of
While carving out scar.
I can't choose destination,
I stop degeneration,
But I can the dying,
the crying,
the pain.
Unless heart is frozen,
You're to fell some pain.
You decide to
Or be by self-pity,
As you your wounds,
Don't nurse bitterness.
You'll everything you love
And be with bitterness.
The blind lead the blind,
The dead can't the dead,
But the can be healed,
And the can be fed.
The ongoing
Of how to with one another
Has us occupied
Since killed his brother.
As the go by,
We've left things behind,
But the prejudices ourselves,
Are only defined.
go on arguing,
Sociologists debate,
But the love greater
our spite
Is the kind we create.