Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

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

He to them all
Hangs on every little tale tell
Knows them all and their stories
Shares their pain and shares their

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

His bedroom opens to the evening air
The fox is in his
The of his system is full on
But the neighbors moan and the parents
This angry noise is the of the wastelands

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 that make you that night is day
They their lusts into your sight
With shouts and screams they meet the

They block your way in twos and
In uniforms city stores
They're closing in, who the score
It won't be long
A martyr's is nourishing the wastelands

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

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

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