Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

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

He listens to all
Hangs on every little they tell
Knows them all and their life
Shares their pain and their glories

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

His bedroom window to the evening air
The fox is in his
The volume of his is full on
But the neighbors and the parents call
This 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 out and sees his friends are waiting there
In the cold glare

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

They your way in twos and fours
In uniforms from stores
They're in, who knows the score
It won't be long
A martyr's is nourishing 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 martyr's is nourishing the wastelands
A martyr's blood is nourishing the
Wastelands, oh,