Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

I'm sick of the of some snot-nosed kid
Cutting a swathe the age of deconstruction
at the sores of the dying beast
And winning all the prizes for
I don't know what got to lose
But I see the statues to fall
The turning, the moon is high

Ch: What the are we waiting for?
I see the on the blue horizon
I smell the of the burning season
the hell are we waiting for?

I'm sick of the piled up high
In sneery culture with its knowing smile
I'm sick of the sermons from the of Unbelief
All fat, empty and
The emperor's out riding again
I can't believe we're still playing this old game
Let's get out and cut him down

Ch: What the hell are we waiting . .

On a yellow sunset, I'm sitting at the wheel
As the traffic by on the ten-lane
Bumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next
I see you in a sea of rage
Let's go back and get the ones who put you down
The highway's jammed up disinformation
And the dealers are selling by the million

Ch: What the fuck are we waiting for? . .