Luyện nghe bài hát The Honshu Underground

Here's to the day when all the skies white.
Warm powder coated parking lots, thoughts,
most higher of life.
And all the commotion have scared away the sun,
but not it took its vengeance on us all.

The with the vacuum switch left us behind.
Repeat again, got it all and gave back nothing.
Yeah, another anthem subterranean resides beneath 1945.
With my glued securely to my sides,
all I can do is yell my guts dry.

Buttons and left red and depressed.
Countdowns and all dressed up,
dead and it's gone. It's all gone.
New cultures built of and flames
to the sky and point to blame us all.

While the men have away to fight,
the innocent huddle in the pacific moonlight.
of this place softly congregate
but never their faces to the other monster races.

Yeah, another anthem subterranean resides right 1945.
Walking streets hidden the streets.
Whiffing ash and metal, time we're left behind.
We're behind.

So now we the new refrain.
We sub-terrain, sub-terrain, sub-terrain.