Luyện nghe bài hát Degeneration

The future so pretty
When looking through
The mirror.
'Cause history seems to itself,
And our start 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 can't degeneration,
But I can the dying,
the crying,
the pain.
Unless heart is frozen,
bound to fell some pain.
You decide to
Or be by self-pity,
As you lick wounds,
Don't nurse bitterness.
You'll everything you love
And be filled bitterness.
The can't lead the blind,
The can't raise the dead,
But the can be healed,
And the can be fed.
The dilemma
Of how to live with one
Has us occupied
Since killed his brother.
As the go by,
We've some things behind,
But the prejudices ourselves,
Are more defined.
go on arguing,
Sociologists debate,
But the love that's
Than our
Is the kind we create.