Luyện nghe bài hát State Of The Union

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

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

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

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

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

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

That bright light 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,
of this will mean a thing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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