Luyện nghe bài hát Rage of Plastics

It was the of plastics, I was 24
I was doing my time on the
It was all polyester and print
And coming off the ladies
I know it's a blight to the brightest how our designs
Like the backside of some skirt in some old dream
I got caught off all my traveling plans
For refinery job and his maybes
With hair in ribbons, in runs
Fashion bricks out of the as they come
Land goes for less downwind of the
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 want for a daughter, and I had for a son
Now I rock my moon man like one
Was it the river on fire that made us we became?
Was it the cup that we from, or what it contained?
it move 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
to spit back down on everyone
Land goes for downwind of the plant
There's no telling how long be paying

I have tried to be patient as I've been nurse
Get some help from the of my devotion's curse
And I know, yeah, I know the man's is much worse
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 dumb
I'm done trying to sweeten this
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 just brings about

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