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, of the city
I see the steel, the fading
And the fields I to play in....
My friends are famous and all my foes live
by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by what need....

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

I once in jesus,
Now I can't in rock 'n' roll
baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly 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 to criticise? 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 century.
My apathy. my big decision.
My century.