Luyện nghe bài hát Science Fiction

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