Luyện nghe bài hát Fuel

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

And I who's gonna be president
Tweedledum or tweedle
And who's gonna the big
box office this 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 agree with all the TVs
And all the magazines with all the radios
And I keep hearing that same damn
I go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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