Luyện nghe bài hát Adversity

Thirty of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit hit
Smiles, lies, sales,
That's thirty of rock and roll
They changed it's name or twice
Get rebellious with a company
Business thrives where fails
Con tricks!
Sing revolution, wait it starts
One eye on the bank account, one on the
Government-sponsored it!
A bit product to keep us quiet!

Product sells, die
revolution, wrapped in lies
In sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles
The biggest prizes to the fools
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the
'Who makes the money when the puppets
Ask the
'Where does the go?'
Ask the empty-bellied
'Tell me what are we for?'
Until we pull the walls
It'll stay the
Until we find new
Make it
I know most be more
So are we singing for?
These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they to be loved, don't know where to begin. Just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. Offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. And meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves...
If our music makes you or content
It has
If our music entertains, but doesn't
It has
The not a threat
Action the music can be a threat!
I know must be more...