Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Blister

In rags in their place
where diesel roar by
Pale dawn, at the gates
Fast food parks and mines
Not smiling or they,
the shades on the of town,
unpaid, idle, shape
to the gravity they say
has dragged this down
This beautiful country
Close off the backstreets, goes
Bring on the ice, the brain-blister

The bigger the roadside
the the gameshow cloud
There's nothing on churning screen
Just nonsense that might
"Like it? Good. No? Tough!
Pen in and shut them up
march, eyes right
Save all your revolution for Saturday night!"

[(Your curse)?]

You earn but you feel
The armour do with a test
Why not your lover's trust?
Go ahead and push it until it
back on the streets again
No armour, no dreams, no
The pain is behind the eyes
Where the killer of hides, still hides

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

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