Luyện nghe bài hát Exhaustion & Disgust

There is no anger, just growing and disgust.
No difference between.
A cynicism has writing itself into my skin,
and I am to death of it.

So let it burn in the front yard, with everything I own.
Piled up and sprayed down gasoline,
the embers in the broken heads of my
guitars as we dance in circles, torch ourselves in effigy.
Everybody jump up live, longer

So are you listening?
I don't want any of it.
I was worried and upset about what I'm do without your genre acceptance.
Then it to me:
You turn your back and abandon it.

I'm taking aim at you; as a and recipient of judgment.
Well your are easy to remember,
especially when sung to beats like this, so:
It's a dirty little about money?
It's a dirty little about poverty?
It's a dirty little secret about
Another little about war and brutality.

There is no romance, no in reality.

What!?

is no romance, no glamour in reality.