Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Blister

In rags in their place
where diesel roar by
Pale dawn, at the scrapyard
Fast food and hardware mines
Not or frowning they,
the shades on the of town,
unpaid, idle, lending
to the which they say
has dragged country down
This beautiful country
off the backstreets, no-one goes
Bring on the ice, the game-shows:

The bigger the roadside
the denser the cloud
nothing on that churning screen
Just nonsense that mean:
"Like it? Good. No? Tough!
Pen them in and them up
march, eyes right
Save all your for your Saturday night!"

[(Your curse)?]

You but you feel oppressed
The armour could do a test
Why not betray your trust?
Go ahead and push it it bursts
You're back on the again
No armour, no dreams, no
The worst is behind the eyes
Where the killer of futures hides, hides

They've closed the backstreets, you can't
If you feel brave, just outside
where all stink the same
Where vibrates with cries of:

Well, we laughed till about the coming hell
[...?]
We learned to without rest or hope
but [you'll?] admit we live a joke
The patient is fast
Oh, but ignore it, it's an act