Luyện nghe bài hát Love Ire And Song

A teacher of mine once told me that life was just a of
Disappointments and and you could only do your best
And I said, "Well, a fucking cop out", you're just washed up
And you're tired and when I get to age
Well, I won't be such a

But days I sit at home, I'm known to shout at my TV
And punk rock didn't up to what I'd hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my when I was young
Are coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs and
I've all my pamphlets with my Bibles at the back of the shelf

Well, it was bad enough, the feeling, the first it hit
When you realized your parents let the all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which so fought and died
Had been killed off in committees and to die by the way side

But it was when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some excuse for protest
By idiot fucking hippies in different factions
Locked inside some kind of battle re-enactment
So I hung up my banners in disgust and I head for the

Oh, but we were young and we were crass enough to care
But I guess, you live and learn, we won't that mistake again
But surely for one day we could fight and we could win
And if only for a while, we could insist on the impossible

Well, we've been a good few drinking
So I'm going to say what everyone's
If we're on this ship and it's sinking
Then we might as have a parade

Because if still going to hurt in the morning
And a better yet to get forming
Then where's the harm
An in manning the old barricades

So on, old friends, to the streets
Let's be 1905 but not 1917, let's be
Let's be martyrs, be radical thinkers
Who never have to drive the least of their dreams

Let's divide up the world into the damned and the
And ride to the valley like the old Light
And straighten our backs and not be
And they'll celebrate our deaths with a parade

Leave the to the morning, pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin
But of hope and of glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to