Luyện nghe bài hát Deadhead

Tired sad people, tired bored sad lives
Endless cars on endless roadways shopfronts with endless lies
Even the winners, even the punters, lipped packages, think it's bad
imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad
It's all set up so you do it
Not let up so you don't it
All arranged so you can't it
All enclosed so you won't it
Set in pockets of isolation
Separated by
Crushed for product in a rich passion
Relative ration for the nation
Tear a bit, smash a bit, a little pain
That's a contribution then they it up again
Fool thinking it's a holyheld belief
When all the time it's just another relief
Oh boredom psychological
You never really it when you're up at the front
It doesn't really matter where the hell it's
As long as has the hot blood flowing....
Excitement and thrills, Will put off the
frills, docility pills
New Wave, in the plan
Real music by dan
Tired old discos, shame
modern christ, futurists again
Play the
up the dream
We're what we seem
what I mean?
But no-one can wipe out the five years
There's other ways of living than in pairs
Marry me darling? off, creep!
Tired and lonely, on the cheap
Didn't plan it, but now we're happy
Another poor fucker in its nappy
Bakunin and bollocks and fun and
Hit the fantasy and come up the charts
Treat people like shit and what you get