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.
Wouldn't let the in;
open up our hearts.

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

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

We had a remedy
For any of malice,
Till someone killed
dark day in Dallas.

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

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

"Wear rue with a difference,"
Said to the king.
"You know one hundred hence,
of this will mean a thing."

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

on the shiny spigot;
The dirty flows.
Just the boastful bigot
In his Sunday clothes.

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

Our world was packed with dreams
All up in rainbows.
Now, all of those once-bright
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 know one hundred hence,
None of this will a thing."

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