Luyện nghe bài hát State Of The Union

The wheel's in spin;
Our being torn apart.
do we begin
To make a new start?

left to win;
We thought we so smart.
let the truth in;
Wouldn't up our hearts.

Rain 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 someone Kennedy
That day in Dallas.

We the soil;
We the sea.
Soon, some space
Pollute the galaxy.

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

"Wear your rue a difference,"
Claudia to the king.
"You know one years hence,
None of this mean a thing."

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

Turn on the spigot;
The water flows.
Just like the boastful
In his Sunday clothes.

up that window
To let the air in.
See the particles glow
With sarin.

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

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

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

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