Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. was a good man
He used to me books and mic stands
He even got me a
To the Review

to records in his basement
Old folk about the government
love of money not the market
He said fuckers push on you

And freedom yells, it cry
sells will decide
But no hell when you die
So look so worried

He got a night life, his day job
Pushing papers, pendulums
Anything to serve a
Or to some time

You gotta this living somehow
You're as dead without a bank account
But it's funny how alive he has felt
In unemployment line

With all that trash at his
The pools of piss in the
All of that filthy
For the way feeling

Don't
worry
Don't

The shade
The they wave
The anthem's loud
The baseball game was out

And all at
You saw the and heard
Every sound
Got in his and turned around

out through the crowd and the cops
Drove out that center mall
Drove out that sickening sprawl
Out past fenced in gold

And maybe he lost
Fucking with the
But I bet the stars seem so
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
...