Luyện nghe bài hát Arguing With Thermometers

This is an expedition the arctic tundra
This is a mission just to spoil and plunder

That's the sound of another shutting,
In the face of progress, in the of progress
They'll plant their in the sea bed,
Shackleton is in his grave.(2x)

Yeah yeah yeah, we're all addicted to the abused
And destructive of all time
And I ain't talking class A's
That business is minuscule compared
And just an addict desperate to get his next fix
We resort to committing crimes to secure our hit

You know oil in the ice
You know oil in my eyes
You know blood on my hands
Yeah! we're all addicted, all dependent
a maniac standpoint, a psychotic outlook

That's the of another door shutting,
In the of progress, in the face of progress
They'll their flags in the sea bed,
Shackleton is in his grave.(2x)

So get this straight
As we the ice caps melt
of being spurred into changing our ways
We're gonna invest in military to fight
For the remaining oil that's beneath the ice?
What when it's all gone?
You haven't thought this through you boys?

We'll take you
We'll you down
We'll take you
your ground!

You know oil in the ice
You know oil in my eyes
You know there's on my hands
Yeah! all addicted, we're all dependent
That's a maniac standpoint, a outlook

Yeh back to the drawing boys,
nothing short of complete reversal,
Dig deep.