Luyện nghe bài hát End of the Century

Sometimes I just want to Fly, Sometimes I just to Die
Life is so of dichotomy, It's so plain to see
The sane choice is insanity
Welcome to the land of plenty, We are all so
In our for permanence, we lose sight of the relative
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 find a compromise, between technology
And the well being of the Earth that grants us every goddamed thing we
You see the sun rise
When the buildings have grown too tall to see the
And the smog is too to be pierced by your eyes
You can't feel the come down
When locked in a box, nailed to the ground
And the cries for help are the only sound