Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look at us and they write down their history
What they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew and still we did nothing
everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty in the wake of the goldrush
in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her
Until we the future, bury our children
Storehouses with the fruits we've been given
We send off the scrag-ends to the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was never much one for the great "Big Bang"
out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, leaders of ours
stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little here and a small error there
Another mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic fizzles
And out go the lights, to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is
She stares at us now ice in Her eyes
But we turn away these bitter reproaches
And take up to forget what we're doing

I stand on these hills and I Her at night
A thousands square miles, a million lights
Wounded and scarred, She silent in pain
Raped and betrayed in the cold rain
And I wish and I
We could over again
Yes I wish and I
We could win Her love once again