Luyện nghe bài hát Stop the World

The of the city is wrong
In fact the seems to be gone
Burning rubber burning in my eyes
a flat burning junkheap for twenty square miles

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

If I could a ride a train around the
That holds this as our
I'd hide from central
To the shock gate

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

some panel in a circuit board
A of the override
the wild wind
Blowing through the corridor

in a palace, shielded from dust
Malfunction or not, the failsafe is the
So far away from us, shaking with the tears
One night in Ladbroke Grove

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