Luyện nghe bài hát Stop the World

The panorama of the is wrong
In fact the city to be gone
Burning rubber burning in my eyes
There's a flat burning junkheap for square miles

took it into the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing
Down in the in the crust of the earth
Now crouch the wealthy and the noble of

If I could a a train around the city
holds this as our fate
I'd hide electro-circuit central
To the inducer gate

Not forgetting the
the Washington hooks
Through the phones and desks and
Of the crook of crooks

There's some panel in a board
A of the override
Scanning the wild
Blowing the Berlin corridor

Spotlit in a palace, shielded dust
Malfunction or not, the is the crux
So far away from us, with the mystery tears
One lonely night in Grove

Far in the deserts of Omaha
They got it down-swiss tight
The bank of Europe, the emperors and kings
in the autumn as the burning of leaves
And cleaned my black guitar