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 listens to all
Hangs on every little tale tell
them all and their life stories
Shares their pain and their glories

One day he even cut their names his skin
They that much to him
For them 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 and the parents call
This angry noise is the muzak of the

Wastelands, the wastelands,

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

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

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

Wastelands, yes, it be long before
A martyr's is nourishing the wastelands

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

Wastelands, yes, it be long before
A blood is nourishing the wastelands
A martyr's blood is the wastelands
Wastelands, oh,