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 of the faces on the wall

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

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

His window 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 noise is the muzak of the wastelands

Wastelands, the wastelands,

The boy is dressing in the of the day
The kids all dress that way, you can tell them
The boy out and sees his friends are waiting there
In the electric glare

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

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

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

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

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