Luyện nghe bài hát Down On Freestreet

Down on
Buried six feet
In a one
Carefully locked door

Where no one ever comes
There nothing there to be found
An eye for one eye, for pound
Blown up yet minimal, built up by hands

And to the republic, sick
For it stands

a man on desolation row
Reaping fruits that someone else has
And a prime time on a television show

You know, the sheep are ridden with
And I'm down on knees
The spreading oh, so fast
The remedy will never
The die's been cast and the deadline's

There's a crying
But no one her, why
wrapped up in plastic
Conveniently elastic

I got my on
It's playing that same old stupid
Over and over for too long
got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that thing down
I've got to that damn thing down
I've got to turn that thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing
got to turn that damn thing down
I've got to that damn thing down
I've got to turn damn thing

Turn damn thing
Turn that thing
Turn that thing down