Luyện nghe bài hát My Twentieth Century

I woke up morning,
Dreading the thoughts of another, and boring day.
Hey! Woe is me.
I go out on the streets, northside of the
I see the steel, the rust
And the I used to play in...
My friends are and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, by velcro
And by what they need...
But who am I to criticise? My finger backfires
I hang my down low.
I believed in Jesus,
Now I can't believe in
From baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly
Hey! The is magic, do you know what I mean?
The of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it change?
But who am I criticise? made my bed, I lie on it
And hold my up high
My disbelief, my fake
My twentieth
My holy war, my self
My twentieth
My human flesh, my sad
My twentieth
My apathy, my big decision.
My century.