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 to play in...
My friends are and all my foes live happy
by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by they need...
But who am I to criticise? My finger backfires
I my head down low.
I believed in Jesus,
Now I can't believe in
From baptism to alcohol, in a land green
Hey! The myth is magic, do you what I mean?
The of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, it ever change?
But who am I criticise? made my bed, I lie on it
And my head up high
My disbelief, my redemption
My century
My holy war, my indulgence
My century
My flesh, my sad dependence
My twentieth
My apathy, my big decision.
My century.