Luyện nghe bài hát Adversity

Thirty of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit hit
Smiles, lies, sales,
That's thirty years of rock and
changed it's name once or twice
Get rebellious with a deal
Business where honesty 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
Same revolution, wrapped in
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and
The biggest to the biggest fools
Ask the puppet-masters who the strings
'Who makes the money the puppets sing?'
Ask the
'Where does the go?'
Ask the empty-bellied
'Tell me are we singing for?'
we pull down the walls
It'll the same
Until we something new
Make it
I know most be more
So what are we for?
These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know 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 happy or
It has
If our music entertains, but doesn't
It has
The not a threat
Action the inspires can be a threat!
I there must be more...