Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

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

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

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

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

Wastelands, the wastelands,

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

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

They your way in twos and fours
In from city stores
They're closing in, who knows the
It be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the

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

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

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