Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Blister

In rags in their normal
diesel machines roar by
Pale dawn, at the gates
food parks and hardware mines
Not or frowning they,
the on the fringe of town,
unpaid, idle, shape
to the gravity they say
has dragged country down
beautiful country down
Close off the backstreets, no-one
on the ice, the game-shows: brain-blister

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

[(Your curse)?]

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

They've the backstreets, you can't hide
If you feel brave, just outside
where all tomorrows the same
Where night with cries of:

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