Luyện nghe bài hát The American Dream

Perfection is an sight
ill never wish for blue skies
or pretty clouds to drift on by
me why do we lie

i never want a cut green lawn
with a picket fence to walk along
painted with-- white paste
a trace-- of specific taste

society has me
to well never achieve our dreams
We used to it
i thought we were with kings and queens
but youre going nowhere a team
oh yeah we used to call it the american

why up to singing birds
when want a chance to be heard?
if i was a fox, the would know its place
by dawn, hold my gaze

cutter houses lined upon my street
forming gridlines neat
my house
theyre all the
this is such a game

the sun shine on sundays
flowers in may
birds and bees happily
but heres the

someone in poverty
as one in wealth
gains a victory
one loses

the of foundation
lay all about
were all left so empty
as we struggle to out

Dream
American