Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets Of America

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

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

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

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

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

another tale from the streets of America
Sparkled paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons, back
Step and see the damage done
to the horizon, the streets of America

Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless
False corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

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