Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

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

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

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

His bedroom window to the evening air
The fox is in his
The volume of his is full on
But the moan 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 all dress that way, you can tell them anywhere
The boy looks out and his friends are waiting there
In the cold glare

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 way in twos and fours
In uniforms city stores
They're in, who knows the score
It be long before
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 before
A martyr's blood is the wastelands
A martyr's is nourishing the wastelands
Wastelands, oh,