Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Great American Man

Sitting on the of an indescribable fall
I could be heading back but there's no room left to
Waiting on the name of the last great hymn
While people are amazed by the television at them
Counting on the of the terrifying faithless men

Eden had its shame but still it found a way to clean
Had the fancy to pay its miracle machinery
But The City is our home and the noise just followed
With the dreams we had awake to a fraction of its glorious
With a book about the plans for the last great band

The people of this will protest, they need to be mad
Still bitter from some lover and the finer that they never had
I knew it was a but wasted is all they show
on a whim because there's no one left who knows

We're mourning from the of the last great American man