Luyện nghe bài hát Farce and Fiction

I my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of
I keep on back
Misinformation is

left to the right, always fight or fight
I painfully dissect, will never as read
Yet back to earth as the wretch
suits them fucking fine

Mister pessimism, a we'd all rather give up
Mister pessimism, after this it comes so

Reserving judgment wounds me after time
Exploitation a daily grind
Take a shot, not to humor the fuckers
But the scheming scum have all bases
Which suits you fucking

From a catalog of lies, there is scant
So you see is farce and fiction
Which suits you fucking