Luyện nghe bài hát Adversity

Thirty of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit hit
Smiles, lies, sales,
That's years of rock and roll
changed it's name once or twice
Get rebellious a company deal
Business thrives 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
revolution, wrapped in lies
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and
The biggest prizes to the biggest
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the
'Who makes the money the puppets sing?'
Ask the
'Where does the money
Ask the children
'Tell me what are we for?'
Until we pull down the
stay the same
Until we something 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 want to be loved, 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 entertains, but doesn't inspire
It has
The music's not a
Action the music can be a threat!
I there must be more...