Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of Town

The cul-de-sac jungle is a place
It's a living failure from a different age
And if you're for the place that dreams go to die
It's not in the city, it's the outside

You can mortgage future for sub-leached purity
And accept the sterility in for security
But no matter how many times you run from fears
The same problems always

Day day, it's all just decay
And the land just gets further away
On these dead lie your father's dreams
White flight, white blight, screams

On these lawns, lie your mother's dreams
Rum, Romanism And Tammany idealism is dead
Laughed off the stage at conventions
Laissez-faire is en again

It's silver tongue has been sent
One man, one vote, throw it
One land, one hope, it away

When every candidate the same
Born of blood
So don't talk to me about
Our of democracy
Who the fuck am I to believe in?