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, it's around the

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

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

On these dead lawns, lie your dreams
Rum, Romanism And Tammany is fucking dead
Laughed off the stage at countless
Laissez-faire is en vogue

It's tongue has been 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 fucking talk to me
Our tradition of
Who the am I supposed to believe in?