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

You can mortgage your for sub-leached purity
And accept the in exchange for security
But no matter how many you run from your fears
The same problems re-appear

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

On these dead lawns, lie mother's dreams
Rum, Romanism And Tammany idealism is fucking
off the stage at countless conventions
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 candidate looks the same
Born of blood
So fucking talk to me about
Our tradition of
Who the fuck am I to believe in?