Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

The boy is to those records from the past
He wants to make them
For they him feel alive
They are the voices of the on the wall

He to them all
on every little tale they tell
Knows them all and their life
Shares their pain and shares their

One day he even cut their upon his skin
They mean much to him
For he'd take the test

His bedroom window to the evening air
The fox is in his
The of his system is full on
But the moan and the parents call
angry noise is the muzak of the wastelands

Wastelands, the wastelands,

The boy is in the fashion of the day
The kids all dress that way, you can tell anywhere
The boy looks out and sees his friends are waiting
In the electric glare

Of those that make you think that night is day
They drag lusts into your sight
With and screams they meet the night

block your way in twos and fours
In uniforms from city
They're in, who knows the score
It be long before
A martyr's blood is the wastelands

Wastelands, yes, it be long before
A blood is nourishing the wastelands

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

Wastelands, yes, it won't be long
A blood is nourishing the wastelands
A martyr's blood is nourishing the
Wastelands, oh,