Luyện nghe bài hát My Twentieth Century

I up this morning,
the thoughts of another, dull and boring day.
Hey! Woe is me.
I go out on the streets, of the city
I see the steel, the rust
And the fields I to play in...
My friends are famous and all my foes happy
by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by they need...
But who am I to criticise? My pointing backfires
I my head down low.
I once in Jesus,
Now I can't in rock'n'roll
baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green
Hey! The myth is magic, do you know I mean?
The of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it change?
But who am I criticise? I've my bed, I lie on it
And hold my up high
My disbelief, my redemption
My century
My war, my self indulgence
My twentieth
My flesh, my sad dependence
My century
My apathy, my big decision.
My century.