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, of the city
I see the steel, the rust
And the fields I used to in...
My friends are and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by
And fucked by what need...
But who am I to My pointing finger backfires
I my head down low.
I once in Jesus,
Now I can't in rock'n'roll
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, our jewels, will it ever change?
But who am I criticise? I've my bed, I lie on it
And my head up high
My disbelief, my fake
My twentieth
My war, my self indulgence
My century
My flesh, my sad dependence
My twentieth
My apathy, my big decision.
My century.