Luyện nghe bài hát Heartland

Beneath the old iron bridges, the Victorian parks
And all the frightened running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning that lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping center in the new of town
I've to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down

Here comes another winter of shadows and high hopes
Here comes another waitin' for utopia
Waitin' for hell to over

is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses and blue blooded
This is the place, pensioners are raped
And the hearts are cut from the welfare state
Let the poor drink the milk the rich eat the honey
Let the count their blessings while they count the money

So people can't express what's on their minds
Nobody knows and nobody ever will
Until their backs are broken and their are stolen
And they can't get what they want then they're get angry

Well it ain't written in the papers, but it's written on the
The way country is divided to fall
So the cranes are on the skyline
to knock down this town

But the stains on the heartland, can never be
this country that's sick, sad, and confused

Here comes another winter of long shadows and high
comes another winter waitin' for utopia
Waitin' for to freeze over

The ammunition's being and the lords been praised
But the wars on the will never be explained
All the bankers gettin' sweaty beneath white collars
As the pound in our turns into a dollar

This is the state of the U.S.A.
is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
This is the state of the U.S.A.
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