Luyện nghe bài hát The Triumph of Trash

I sing of the of trash
The rise to of hard cash
The of annihilation
The end of my
I sing of the triumph of

Trash is the of greed
planted the seed
Everybody
Money it grow
Trash is the of greed

Trash needs to breathe
It a familiar relief
Deja vu is all that
Unless we predicted it, it never
Trash needs to breathe

Trash is at once and low
It panders to the worst parts of
We're so pleased we're in
Our in clouds, our feet in cement
is at once high and low

Hope is out in the cold
Looking for of gold
Our has no limits
She tries to in it
Hope is left out in the

I of the triumph of trash
The past is a grate of ash
No and no sinners
So no losers and no winner
And I sing of the of trash