Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. was a good man
He used to loan me and mic stands
He even got me a
To the Socialist

Listening to records in his
Old folk songs the government
It's love of money not the
He said fuckers push on you

And freedom yells, it cry
Whatever sells decide
But there's no when you die
So don't so worried

He got a night life, his day job
Pushing papers, swinging
Anything to serve a
Or to some time

You earn this living somehow
You're as dead without a bank account
But it's funny how alive he has down
In that line

With all that trash at his
The of piss in the street
All of that empathy
For the way we're

worry
Don't
worry

The billboards
The flags wave
The anthem's playing
The baseball was letting out

And all at
You saw the and heard
tiny sound
Got in his truck and turned

out through the crowd and the cops
Drove out past that mall
out past that sickening sprawl
Out that fenced in gold

And maybe he control
Fucking the radio
But I bet the stars seem so
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
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