Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of a futon-revolutionist.

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

Leave the to buy alcohol
Hang our on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster away
Survey some stunning decay

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

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

We that light on way too long
Lets a bomb at city-hall
Lets kill a member of the Legislative
Or talk the away

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

Cynicism falls
Tyranny to itself
Sappy slogans all true
We forget to feed our