Luyện nghe bài hát State Of The Union

The still in spin;
Our being torn apart.
do we begin
To a brand new start?

Nothing left to
We we were so smart.
let the truth in;
Wouldn't up our hearts.

pounding on tin,
Runaway carts.
Nothing left to
The countdown starts.

believed in Santa,
The Bunny, and Love,
Sherman burned Atlanta
With a wave of his glove.

We always had a
For any of malice,
Till killed Kennedy
That day in Dallas.

We polluted the
We the sea.
Soon, some space
the whole galaxy.

That bright ahead you see
Is from lonesome train.
That train's for misery;
The track runs through brain.

"Wear your rue a difference,"
Said to the king.
"You one hundred years hence,
None of this will a thing."

believed in Santa,
The Bunny, and Love,
Sherman burned Atlanta
With a of his white glove.

Turn on the spigot;
The dirty flows.
Just like the bigot
In his Sunday clothes.

Open up that
To let the air in.
See the dust particles
With sarin.

Our was packed with sparkling dreams
All up in rainbows.
Now, all of once-bright dreams
Lie in the shadows.

sure has slowed,
And there's no back.
Every road
to a cul-de-sac.

"Wear rue with a difference,"
Said to the king.
"You one hundred years hence,
None of this mean a thing."

We in Santa,
The Bunny, and Love,
But burned Atlanta
a wave of his white glove.