Luyện nghe bài hát Roosevelt Room

Hey there, son of
Hey there, of Eve
Help me sing tear gas riot song
For some faced police

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

You who dammed the
You who our mountain's name
First we Denali back
Then we're taking over State

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

A prayer down the wire
It was all in the enemy's
You figure out what mercy meant
So you did like you told

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

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

Go ask Thompson
Go ask Hemingway's
It all up with you
Once you get just a too old

a hard look in the mirror
It's a thing that you see
shadow's long but the day is young
It just wasn't to be

no blankets for the winter
There's no oil in the
And I'd like to my congressman
But I can't the stamp

You me to pay my taxes
So you can your lie
While barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
Looking like gonna die

You who the legends
You who all of my dreams
You who pinned all of the on
All those boys Omaha Beach

Hope you haven't got too
I you like your apple pie
Because the working poor been pissing on
Are doing shifts tonight

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