Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Blister

In rags in their normal
where diesel roar by
dawn, at the scrapyard gates
Fast food parks and hardware
Not or frowning they,
the shades on the of town,
unpaid, idle, shape
to the which they say
has dragged this down
This beautiful country
off the backstreets, no-one goes
Bring on the ice, the brain-blister

The the roadside crowd
the the gameshow cloud
There's nothing on that churning
nonsense that might mean:
"Like it? Good. No? Tough!
Pen them in and them up
Slow march, eyes
Save all your revolution for your night!"

[(Your curse)?]

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

closed the backstreets, you can't hide
If you feel brave, step outside
where all tomorrows stink the
Where night vibrates with of:

Well, we till dawn about the coming hell
[...?]
We learned to live without rest or
but never admit we live a joke
The is fading fast
Oh, but it, it's just an act