Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of Town

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

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

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

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

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

When every candidate the same
Born of noble
So don't fucking talk to me
Our tradition of
Who the fuck am I supposed to in?