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 a blight to the brightest how our designs unseam
Like the backside of some in some old man's dream
I got caught off all my traveling plans
For refinery job and his maybes
With hair in ribbons, in runs
bricks out of the breaks as they come
Land goes for less of the plant
There's no how long you'll be paying

There are scores of us born in the silent
Whose wombs won't take, won't bear
He had for a daughter, and I had want for a son
Now I rock my moon faced man one
Was it the river on fire that made us what we
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 as we're wailing?
And I see it rise in ribbons to the clouds
Just to spit back down on
goes for less downwind of the plant
There's no telling how long be paying

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

I got a of plastics, the refinery floor
I got a rage of plastics, got more
Now I play dumb and I'm done lying
Making this living just about dying
But still goes for less downwind of the plant
this living just brings about dying
Making this living brings about dying
Making this living just about dying