Luyện nghe bài hát Wasteland

I saw the of my generation playing pinball
up and caked up
And like some kind of china doll

all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold
As stood up in front of a Rock and Roll band
And always moving upward and upward
To this golden promised land

With the of them all
as a word processor
And the of them all
Checking IDs saloons

And the prettiest of all off her clothes
In front of men whose eyes like
They were in little hick town
Near Omaha, watching the police
Run his car off the side of a

I saw men with like the ones I'd had
Beg outside the Seven-Eleven
Till it got so they affect me anymore
Than the mailboxes I'd
'Cept that sometimes, I'd put in the mailbox

I'd had the wind at my now I felt it cold in my face
And for an awful long now
You were the one who ever called me late at night
And I really never till after you stopped calling
And the emptiness, silence got so

Broken up in the wasteland, up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland, broken up in the plastic
up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the

I saw dead Monroe
Strung up on every street in Hollywood
some two bit whore offering a discount rate
And I how Joe Dimaggio felt

I saw James Dean's ghost
the sidewalk looking troubled
And I wondered how his mama

I saw signs said, "Headshots done for cheap"
that said, "Extras wanted, top dollars paid"
Signs for 'Haircuts' and for 'Manicures'
And signs for "Tanning salons" and signs for specialists
Signs for "Cosmetic surgery' and signs for 'Assertiveness
And I to read them all

And every single block looked like every block
Looked every single block looked like every single block
But she driving 'cause everyone else kept driving
And 'cause gridlock is and not knowing anywhere is evil

And who had money looked good
But weren't too happy and who didn't have money
Didn't look so good and weren't too either
And in a city of three million, two and sixty nine thousand
Nine hundred four, everyone was lonely

Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the promised
Broken up in Disneyland, up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, up in the wasteland
Broken up in the

And I watched as I knew spent their lives
Trying to be on stage
on film or listened to on a record
And thought, "Well, maybe that way
I could get a little out of this life"

And I as the best of my generation
Abandoned their and settled for making a little money
I watched TV, read the papers, to the radio
And all the fancy scenes
And said all the right words and wore all the right
And knew the of the hip people

But I still felt out of touch so I watching TV
And reading the papers and to the radio
And the fancy scenes and saying the right words
And wearing the clothes and knowing the names of the hip people
And I more out of touch than ever but I didn't care anymore

And I felt you slipping away and I felt myself slipping you
And I wanted more anything else
For it to for one whole day like it used to
But all ever was was sun, relentless sun, hot beating sun

And everyone their sunglasses
And walked around flies under magnifying glass
their eyes removed

Broken up in the wasteland, up in the promised land
up in Disneyland, broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the
up in the wasteland