Luyện nghe bài hát My Twentieth Century

I up this 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 fading
And the I used to play in....
My friends are famous and all my live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by
And by what they need....

But who am I to criticise? my pointing backfires
I my head down low.

I believed in jesus,
Now I can't believe in rock 'n'
From baptism to alcohol, in a suffocatingly green
Hey! the myth is magic, do you what I mean?
The of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, our jewels, will it ever change?

But who am I to criticise? made my bed, I lie on it
And my head up high

My disbelief. my redemption.
My century.
My war. my self indulgence.
My century.
My flesh. my sad dependence.
My century.
My apathy. my big decision.
My century.