Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of Town

The jungle is a cruel place
It's a 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 your future for sub-leached purity
And the sterility in exchange for security
But no how many times you run from your fears
The same problems re-appear

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

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

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

When every candidate looks the
Born of noble
So don't fucking talk to me
Our of democracy
Who the fuck am I to believe in?