Luyện nghe bài hát The Streets Of America

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

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

Just a little tale from the of America
Sparkled paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary sons, step 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
the sweat from off the chin

Of men and women, and child
Who look to you and your miles
And in their stares is bald
For what you fuckin' promised led astray

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

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

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