Luyện nghe bài hát Rage of Plastics

It was the of plastics, I was 24
I was doing my on the dancefloor
It was all and leopard print
And Fabergé coming off the
I know it's a blight to the brightest how our designs
Like the backside of skirt in some old man's dream
I got putting off all my traveling plans
For this refinery job and his
With hair in ribbons, stockings in
Fashion bricks out of the breaks as they
Land goes for less downwind of the
no telling how long you'll be paying

There are of us born in the silent spring
wombs won't take, won't bear anything
He had for a daughter, and I had want for a son
Now I my moon faced man like one
Was it the river on fire made us what we became?
Was it the cup we drank from, or what it contained?
Does it to the beat of the oil drums
Or flow out of our eyes as we're
And I see it rise in ribbons to the overhung
Just to spit back down on
Land goes for less of the plant
There's no how long you'll be paying

I have tried to be patient as I've been nurse
Get some help from the percs of my devotion's
And I know, yeah, I know the man's pain is much
For the moon and his grace are now
You say the one now will later be last
My faith in come to pass
Na I won't play
I'm trying to sweeten this load
And you give me a ribbon, you me to run
To land my legs to your narcissus
But land still goes for less downwind of the
Making this living brings about dying

I got a rage of plastics, the refinery
I got a rage of plastics, got more
Now I won't play dumb and I'm lying
Making this living just brings about
But land still goes for less of the plant
Making this living just brings about
Making living just brings about dying
Making living just brings about dying