Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets Of America

Desolate and without
Radiating from so many sources
Forming the of a wayward people
Disappearing as the of our past

Scratched like tartan into soil
A for progress and disarray
A spreading network of dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us

Just a little tale from the of America
Sparkled promises with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons, back
back and see the damage done
Meander to the horizon, the of America

Black, concrete, pine for me
Lying dormant for you and your
Hardened surface, cracked
Catch the sweat from off the

Of men and women, and child
Who look to you and sterile miles
And in stares is bald dismay
For what you promised led them astray

another tale from the streets of America
Sparkled promises paved with and hysteria
Trenchant, native sons, step back
back and see the damage done
Meander to the horizon, the of America

Hard-cracked, daunting, veins
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all remains

Say a little prayer the streets of America
Sparkled paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, native sons, step back
Step back and see the done
straight into the horizon, the streets of America
Shoot into the horizon, the streets of America