Luyện nghe bài hát Myth of Progress

satisfied.
inside.
Born under this sun we die here

the weak, move on
Leave the sick, I'm
All is justified, suffering

their tents to ash
All in to fact
All is justified, allthough

Get out of my way
Get out of my way

satisfied. Emptiness inside
Born this sun we will die here
While all crash and fall,
You're still tall
Still, being alone is greatest fear
satisfied. All compassion died.
Born under this sun. The myth of

In when we the natives
For the seeds sown
When our drones come down on who couldn't have known

In politics where lives
Or where the lives are lost
When all the and dust clears, was it worth the cost?

satisfied...