Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of a futon-revolutionist.

Held like in your shaking hands
Are all the small a day demands
10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to
Never knowing what means

the apartment to buy alcohol
Hang our diplomas on the wall
Pick at the plaster away
some stunning tooth decay

Enlist the cat in the impending
Lets lay our bad day here, dear
make-believe were strong
Or hum some protest

Like maybe We Shall Someday
the stupid things we say
Say, I more than this
Say I one more kiss

We left that on way too long
Lets plant a at city-hall
kill a member of the Legislative Assembly
Or the night away

You call in sick, Ill the word-games that I play
I swear I way more than half, it when I say
That somewhere love and justice

Cynicism falls
Tyranny talks to
Sappy all come true
We to feed our fear