Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of Town

The cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel
It's a living rotting failure from a 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 your future for sub-leached purity
And accept the sterility in for security
But no matter how times you run from your fears
The same problems re-appear

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

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

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

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