Luyện nghe bài hát Roosevelt Room

Hey there, son of
Hey there, of Eve
Help me sing this gas riot song
For some fresh police

won't even know what hit them
When they lift their shades
And the people's sun pouring in
On a new day

You who the river
You who our mountain's name
First we want Denali
Then we're taking Washington State

You get death as a
You know only hate and
You paid a dowry for child bride
And now she's living a slave

A prayer came down the
It was all in the enemy's
You couldn't out what mercy meant
So you did you were told

When they finally sent the
the fireball went out
There was nothing but the cockroaches
And a with no sound

good? What good are you
With your Cherokee trail and your Room?
What good? What are you
With your cynical plague and Arlington tomb?

Go ask Thompson
Go ask ghost
It all catches up you
Once you get a little too old

Take a hard look in the
It's a that you cannot see
Your long but the day is young
It just wasn't to be

There's no for the winter
no oil in the lamp
And I'd like to write my
But I afford the stamp

You me to pay my taxes
So you can propagate lie
While there's barefoot dudes down in New
Looking like they're die

You who the legends
You who poisoned all of my
You who all of the medals on
All those boys from Beach

you haven't got too lazy
I know you your apple pie
Because the working poor you've been on
Are doing shifts tonight

What good? good are you
With cynical plague and your Arlington tomb?
What good? good are you
your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?