Luyện nghe bài hát Science Fiction

Little men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
it's Florida in the era of the dragline,
it over the pit and dig up more of that green shit,
and trade it the Russians, who are traditionally hated,
you can that after a few years
that run out of things to say,
and be here every day.
Phospho~Gypsum, Radon-222,
the watch over you,
on a transformer four stories high it walks a cripple
and on its base,
up that Dicalcium Phosphate.
Travel the
and you have far to go to find an alien civilization,
a creature from a creation that's from space.
Sixty foot for miles around;
one million tons of Phospho~Gypsum tailings to the sky.
half the world's fertilizer once lay beneath the overburden;
it got off this sandbar,
and now there's something that's behind.
Hey, this is a mess!
'what are you takin'
clean it up later.
No, that's not the way it is at all, I'm not a I don't care,
man, pant of the system, I'm punk,
but who's gonna indict the Wall Journal, just me and Bob Ray,
it's just part of the system here on the of the planet
and the day has come there's only work left
unlimited sunshine in a bottle of Tropicana,
with his friends and his Tooth' 8-track flipped upside down,
in his Mercury Monterey down to Lithia Springs,
saying that if we take the tailings,
and build a for the New York Stork Exchange,
then we could everyone about
how we live in a state that Radon by the ton
and you'll be by everyone,
and the will give us a Superfund,
and Radon, and that's Science Fiction.