Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

The boy is listening to those records from the
He wants to them last
For they him feel alive
They are the voices of the faces on the

He listens to all
Hangs on every little tale they
them all and their life stories
Shares their pain and shares their

One day he cut their names upon his skin
They that much to him
For them take the test

His window opens to the evening air
The fox is in his
The volume of his system is on
But the neighbors moan and the call
This angry noise is the muzak of the

Wastelands, the wastelands,

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

Of those lamps make you think that night is day
They drag their lusts your sight
shouts and screams they meet the night

They block way in twos and fours
In from city stores
They're in, who knows the score
It won't be before
A martyr's blood is the wastelands

Wastelands, yes, it be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

Wastelands, yes, it be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the
A martyr's blood is the wastelands
Wastelands, oh,