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 Fabergé off the ladies
I know it's a to the brightest how our designs unseam
Like the backside of some skirt in some old man's
I got caught putting off all my plans
For this refinery job and his
With hair in ribbons, stockings in
bricks out of the breaks as they come
Land goes for less downwind of the
There's no how long you'll be paying

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

I tried to be patient as I've been made nurse
Get some help from the of my devotion's curse
And I know, yeah, I the man's pain is much worse
For the moon and his are now waning
You say the first one now later be last
My in scripture's come to pass
Na I won't dumb
I'm done to sweeten this load
And you me a ribbon, you tell me to run
To land my to your narcissus fund
But land still goes for less downwind of the
Making this living just about dying

I got a of plastics, the refinery floor
I got a of plastics, got nothing more
Now I play dumb and I'm done lying
this living just brings about dying
But still goes for less downwind of the plant
Making this living just brings dying
Making this living just brings dying
Making this living just brings about