Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of a futon-revolutionist.

Held like in your shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day
or 9-5 trying, dying to survive
Never knowing survival means

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

Enlist the cat in the class-war
Lets lay our bad day down here,
Lets were strong
Or hum some protest

maybe We Shall Overcome Someday
Overcome the things we say
Say, I needed more this
Say I one more kiss

We left light on way too long
Lets plant a bomb at
Lets kill a member of the Assembly
Or talk the night

You call in sick, Ill quit the word-games that I
I swear I way than half, believe it when I say
That somewhere love and shine

Cynicism asleep
talks to itself
Sappy slogans all true
We forget to our fear