Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of Town

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

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

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

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

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

When every candidate looks the
Born of noble
So fucking talk to me about
Our tradition of
Who the fuck am I supposed to in?