Luyện nghe bài hát Wastelands

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

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

One day he even cut their names upon his
They mean much to him
For them take the test

His bedroom window opens to the air
The fox is in his
The volume of his is full on
But the neighbors and the parents call
angry 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 them anywhere
The boy out and sees his friends are waiting there
In the cold glare

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

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

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

Wastelands, the
Wastelands, oh,

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