Luyện nghe bài hát My Twentieth Century

I woke up morning,
the thoughts of another, dull and boring day.
Hey! Woe is me.
I go out on the streets, northside of the
I see the steel, the fading
And the fields I used to in...
My friends are and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by
And fucked by they need...
But who am I to criticise? My pointing finger
I my head down low.
I once in Jesus,
Now I believe in rock'n'roll
From baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly
Hey! The myth is magic, do you what I mean?
The of sin and of sex
the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change?
But who am I I've made my bed, I lie on it
And hold my head up
My disbelief, my redemption
My century
My war, my self indulgence
My century
My flesh, my sad dependence
My twentieth
My apathy, my big decision.
My century.