Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets Of America

Desolate and purpose
from so many septic sources
Forming the of a wayward people
as the vestiges of our past

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

Just a little tale from the of America
Sparkled promises paved with and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons, back
Step back and see the done
to the horizon, the streets of America

Black, concrete, pine for me
Lying for you and your country
Hardened surface, within
Catch the from off the chin

Of men and women, senior and
Who look to you and your sterile
And in stares is bald dismay
For what you fuckin' promised led them

Just another tale from the streets of
promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary sons, step back
Step back and see the damage
Meander to the horizon, the streets of

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

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