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

They even know what hit them
When they lift their shades
And the people's sun comes in
On a new day

You who dammed the
You who changed our name
we want Denali back
Then taking over Washington State

You get as a consolation
You know only and rage
You paid a dowry for your bride
And now living like a slave

A came down the wire
It was all in the code
You couldn't figure out what mercy
So you did you were told

they finally sent the doctors
Once the went out
There was nothing left but the
And a movie no sound

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

Go ask Hunter
Go ask Hemingway's
It all catches up you
you get just a little too old

Take a look in the mirror
a thing that you cannot see
Your long but the day is young
It wasn't meant to be

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

You want me to pay my
So you can your lie
While barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
like they're gonna die

You who quote the
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 been pissing on
Are double shifts tonight

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