Luyện nghe bài hát A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom

Single lines born by design
With a brass ring so
Chipped away to a cult
Where indifference breeds
And then time comes "toe the line"
Cherish this pride numb from feeling
The we denial
"It's all in my head"

Will we do anything for

If anything we've said
nothing now than it never did
me
This what we want
isn't what we need
This is we can afford

Where there was a pat on the back
Is now just a of the whip
Where once there was a celebrated of age
Is a uniform that doesn't fit
this most common breed
Whittled down to
And on singin'
"It's all in my head"

Will we do for bread?

If anything ever said
Means nothing now than it did
me
This isn't what we
This what we need
This is we can afford

Where there was a pat on the back
Is now just a crack of the
Where once there was a celebrated of age
Is just a uniform that fit
Witness this most common
down to property
And on singin'
"It's all in my head"

this sorry state
With anecdotes of you hate
And try to comfort in the fact
That you're not

This you
It's what you do
Don't the irony of calling it a "living"
If you like no one
If you like nothing
You've only taking what they're giving