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 dreams go to die
It's not in the city, around the outside

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

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

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

silver tongue has been heaven sent
One man, one vote, it away
One land, one hope, it away

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