Luyện nghe bài hát The Sound Of Ataris

the sound of kills working class men
who know that they'll never fast cars again
heroes are broken the cello is
pictures of babies are covered dirt
elbows are bleeding the sneakers have
decaying rooftops have goals
throw it away set free
run to the ocean worry 'bout me

i have lots of and the road has no end
and time is your money and i've got to spend
time on the outside of removed
from theories i never proved

i lots of friends and my life is pretend
and i'll run and i'll run and i won't
how my feet stick out the cold breeze
and drink coffee inside redwood trees
renaissance uncles and surgical
have polar fleece cousins in old navy
with heroes all published and pianos
and for hearts that are sharp and serrated
carve me a pawn, carve me a
me the queen of my own storybook
gather some branches and make me a
for when it gets hard to support my own

i have 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 are all stupider when they don't bend
over and underneath and around
pictures of are all underground
dead and they're down in the ground

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

the of ataris kills me and my friends
'cause we know that we'll never go there again
sometimes we playstation
but not the same