Luyện nghe bài hát End of the Century

Sometimes I want to Fly, Sometimes I just want to Die
Life is so full of dichotomy, so plain to see
The only choice is insanity
Welcome to the of plenty, We are all so busy
In our quest for permanence, we lose sight of the
unimportance, of our conquest to see who can the most trash
you Die
Welcome to the end of the century, Life is so
Wouldn't it be nice, if we could a compromise, between technology
And the being of the Earth that grants us every goddamed thing we need
You see the sun rise
When the buildings have grown too to see the skies
And the smog is too thick to be pierced by eyes
You feel the rain come down
you're locked in a box, nailed to the ground
And the muffled cries for are the only sound