Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of Town

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

You can mortgage your future for purity
And accept the sterility in for security
But no matter how many times you run from your
The same problems re-appear

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

On these dead lawns, lie mother's dreams
Rum, And Tammany idealism is fucking dead
Laughed off the stage at conventions
is en vogue again

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

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