Luyện nghe bài hát 180 Proof

Bullshit knocks you over the head like a ton of
CNN kills brain like alcohol, PR feeds the rage
But the clear never come
It's like an bar to misplace our trust

Call your talk show hatred
To express all we don't know

The sun will not rest on backs of
The sun not set when we think like this

up, we will destroy ourselves

This rage is really yourself
slamming the shots of fear itself
They'll to pry that remote from your dead cold hands
Our on truth rests on the lies we've been told

And this whole thing smells bullshit
It smells like more to me

It's the scenario all across the land
TV radiating, remote in
Advertising, propagating,

We're escaping. We're escaping ourselves

Pull up a stool, truth, lies, it's all the
Fact, fiction, all a game
Failure to for ourselves
Success to up to a lie