Luyện nghe bài hát The Dead Flag Blues

The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the
And the are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a wind blows

The government is
And on so many drugs
With the radio on and the drawn

We're trapped in the of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to

The sun has fallen
And the are all leering
And the are all dead at the top of their poles

It like this:

The tumbled in on themselves
clutching babies
Picked the rubble
And pulled out hair

The skyline was on fire
All twisted metal stretching
washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Kiss me, beautiful -
are truly the last days"

You grabbed my
And we into it
Like a
Or a

We woke up one morning and fell a little further
For sure it's the of death

I open up my
And it's of blood