Luyện nghe bài hát The Sound Of Ataris

the sound of kills working class men
who know that they'll drive fast cars again
heroes are the cello is burnt
pictures of babies are covered with
elbows are bleeding the sneakers holes
rooftops have decaying goals
throw it away set yourself
run to the don't worry 'bout me

i have lots of and the road has no end
and your time is your and i've got to spend
time on the of being removed
from forgotten theories i proved

i have lots of friends and my is pretend
and i'll run and i'll run and i won't
how my feet stick out the cold desert
and people drink coffee inside redwood
renaissance uncles and aunts
polar fleece cousins in old navy pants
with heroes all published and pianos
and laptops for that are sharp and serrated
carve me a pawn, carve me a
make me the of my own storybook
gather some and make me a cane
for when it gets to support my own weight

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

i have lots of friends and the is my friend
and my thoughts are all when they don't bend
and wrap underneath and around
pictures of babies are all
dead and they're down in the ground

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

the sound of kills me and my friends
'cause we know that we'll go back there again
sometimes we play
but it's not the