Luyện nghe bài hát Fuel

They were a new foundation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetery
May their souls easy now that lynching is frowned upon
We've moved on to the electric

And I wonder gonna be president
Tweedledum or tweedle
And who's have the big
Blockbuster box this summer

How we put up a wall
the houses and the highway
And then you can go way
And I can go my way

all the radios agree with all the TVs
And all the magazines agree with all the
And I keep that same damn song
I go

Maybe I put a bucket over my head
And a in each ear
And stumble around for another dumb numb
For another hum drum hit song to

People used to records as in a record of event
The of people playing music in a room
Now is cross-marketing
It's about sunglasses and
Or guns or drugs, you

We got it rehashed, we got it
We're digging up all the
And we're on the past
And we can between the colors
Of the lipstick on the

'Cause we know
Between the font of percent more
And the font of Teriyaki, you me
How does it you feel?
You tell me what's

And they say that alcoholics are alcoholics
Even when they're as dry as my lips for
Even when they're stranded on a desert island
With no place in two thousand miles to buy

And I is he different is he different, has he changed
What he's about or is he a liar
nothing to lie about
I'm for the same brick wall
Is there I can do about anything at all

Except go back to that in Manhattan
And dig deeper, dig this time
Down beneath the impossible pain of our
unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock of the

Beneath the system an the path train
Beneath the and the water main
Beneath the of friendships and street deals
Between the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels

Beneath I can think of to think about
it all, beneath all get out
Beneath the good and the and the stupid and the cruel
a fire just waiting for fuel

There's a fire just waiting for
There's a just waiting for fuel
a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just for fuel

There's a just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just for fuel
a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a just waiting