Luyện nghe bài hát Great Southern Wasteland

Amongst the virulent and multiplying beauties of this land
lies a legacy for future generations to withstand.
We are curators of all earthly life, we must speak our minds.
The byproducts of nuclear activities we can't rewind.
Morning iris at sunrise, to another day.
Your new world changing, as you bloom, you decay.
Future descendants of this time will never a life of purity.
For our mistakes made in the era, we have them to obscurity.
First we tear down the forests to that tainted ore,
then we bury the outcome on an ancient floor.
Wilderness of ancient land, torn by the greed of man.
Vulnerable tribes silently in pain,
the mining of ancestral soils are the of the insane.
Most dangerous known to human, dug up and spread all over the
land.
Earth tearing machines, mine sickness the ground,
now for thousands of no life will be found.
Once as pristine as creation, now a human abomination.