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 polyester and leopard
And Fabergé coming off the
I know it's a to the brightest how our designs unseam
Like the of some skirt in some old man's dream
I got caught off all my traveling plans
For refinery job and his maybes
With in ribbons, stockings in runs
Fashion bricks out of the breaks as come
Land goes for less downwind of the
no telling how long you'll be paying

There are scores of us born in the spring
Whose wombs won't take, won't bear
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 that made us what we
Was it the cup that we drank from, or what it
Does it to the beat of the oil drums
Or flow out of our eyes as we're
And I see it in ribbons to the clouds overhung
to spit back down on everyone
Land goes for downwind of the plant
There's no how long you'll be paying

I have tried to be as I've been made 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 and his grace are now waning
You say the first one now will later be
My faith in come to pass
Na I won't play
I'm done trying to sweeten load
And you give me a ribbon, you me to run
To land my legs to your fund
But land still goes for less downwind of the
Making this living just brings about

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