Luyện nghe bài hát State Of The Union

The still in spin;
Our world's being apart.
Where do we
To make a brand new

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

pounding on tin,
shopping carts.
Nothing to win;
The countdown starts.

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

We always had a
For any of malice,
Till someone Kennedy
dark day in Dallas.

We the soil;
We the sea.
Soon, some cowboy'll
Pollute the galaxy.

That light ahead you see
Is from lonesome train.
That bound for misery;
The track runs your brain.

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

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

Turn on the shiny
The dirty flows.
Just like the boastful
In his Sunday clothes.

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

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

Progress has slowed,
And no going back.
winding road
to a cul-de-sac.

"Wear rue with a difference,"
Claudia to the king.
"You know one hundred hence,
None of will mean a thing."

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