Luyện nghe bài hát The Sound Of Ataris

the sound of ataris working class men
who know they'll never drive fast cars again
heroes are broken the cello is
pictures of babies are covered dirt
are bleeding the sneakers have holes
decaying rooftops decaying goals
throw it away set yourself
run to the ocean don't 'bout me

i have lots of and the road has no end
and your time is your money and got to spend
time on the outside of being
from forgotten i never proved

i have of friends and my life is pretend
and run and i'll run and i won't understand
how my feet stick out the cold breeze
and people drink coffee inside trees
renaissance and surgical aunts
have fleece cousins in old navy pants
with heroes all and pianos upgraded
and laptops for hearts are sharp and serrated
me a pawn, carve me a rook
make me the queen of my own
some branches and make me a cane
for when it gets to support my own weight

i lots of friends and what's blended will mend
i'm bo peep and my are the dreams i attend
small and unruly and your shirt
of babies are covered with dirt

i have lots of friends and the road is my
and my thoughts are all stupider when they bend
over and wrap and around
pictures of are all underground
dead and they're buried in the ground

i have lots of
i have lots of
i have lots of
i have lots of

the sound of ataris me and my friends
'cause we know that we'll never go back again
we play playstation
but not the same