Luyện nghe bài hát Fuel

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

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

How we put up a wall
Between the houses and the
And then you can go 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 hearing that same damn song
I go

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

People used to make records as in a of event
The event of playing music in a room
Now everything is
It's about and shoes
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 choose between the
Of the lipstick on the

'Cause we know
Between the font of twenty more
And the of Teriyaki, you tell me
How it make you feel?
You tell me real

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

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

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

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

Beneath I can think of to think about
Beneath it all, all get out
the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
There's a fire just for fuel

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

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