Luyện nghe bài hát The Beat(en) Generation

When you cast your eyes the skylines
Of this once nation
Can you sense the fear and the
in the hearts of its population
And our youth, oh youth, are seduced
By the greedy hands of politics and truths

The generation, the beaten generation
on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the generation
Open your eyes, open imagination

We're being by the gasoline fumes
And by the satellites
Into believing what is good and is right
You may be the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of
But can you still back to happiness
you've nowhere left to run?

The beaten generation, the beaten
on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the generation
your eyes, open your imagination

And if they send in the police
To deliver us liberty and keep us from peace
Then won't the words sit ill their tongues
When they tell us justice is done
And freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun

The beaten generation, the generation
on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the generation
Open your eyes, open your