Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad

When they look back at us and they write down history
What will they say about our
We're the who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, 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 full with the fruits been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the
But we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, and unsatisfied.

I was much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a blaze of glory
Not foolish and brave, these of ours
Just stupid and petty, of power;
a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile forever
A series of sad and little fizzles
And out go the lights, to return.
The it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we're

I stand on these and I watch Her at night
A thousands square miles, a orange lights
and scarred, She lies silent in pain
Raped and in the cold acid rain
And I and I wish
We could start again
Yes I wish and I
We win back Her love once again