Luyện nghe bài hát Fuel

They were digging a new in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave there
May their souls rest easy now lynching is frowned upon
We've on to the electric chair

And I wonder who's be president
or tweedle dumber?
And gonna have the big
box office this summer

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

Except all the radios agree all the TVs
And all the agree with all the radios
And I keep hearing that same song
I go

Maybe I put a bucket over my head
And a marshmallow in ear
And stumble for another dumb numb week
For another hum drum hit to appear

People used to make records as in a record of
The event of people playing in a room
Now everything is
It's sunglasses and shoes
Or or drugs, you choose

We got it rehashed, we got it
digging up all the graves
And spitting on the past
And we can choose the colors
Of the on the whores

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

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

And I wonder is he is he different, has he changed
What about or is he just a liar
With to lie about
I'm headed for the brick wall
Is there anything I can do about at all

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

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

Beneath everything I can think of to think
it all, beneath all get out
Beneath the good and the kind and the and the cruel
There's a fire waiting for fuel

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

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