Luyện nghe bài hát Feel It

Energy, apathy, becoming one thing controlling and numbing the of the
poor things. The struggle becoming a battle you've already to discover
yourself, as a pillar a structure, but what have you got? To to repel
to begin the resistance that never has ended. We live in a world in a
that can't even fly it's own flag. We hang on to the past, its
and division. Why cant you just make a decision? The future is
yours. It's not theirs. not gods. It's not anyone's who presumes to own
you or the thoughts that make an original, shift all the subliminal
from the rich man's poet who's bright lights will lure your weakness.
Just keep the guns out of reach of the Children. Keep the guns locked
out of reach!

Can't you see you're me
Can't you see you're me

It
Can't You It
Can't You It
Can't You Feel That They've You?

You're slowing the drugs in your veins are every pain, every twinge,
every singe from the fire of globalization, warming your hands on the
bodies of children that so that MacDonald's can jack their yearly gross
earnings if it real it would seem to absurd. The fear grows, the fuse
blows on one more bomb set by extremists that could have been me or
you. A push or a shove when a smile or some love would have helped out
that kid off his face on his dexies, his parents shove his throat so
they don't have to divert their from making their quota or buying
that sofa that's just oh so comfy. As all the porn pours in vein the
channel, just keep guns locked so very far out of reach!

Failed You
Breaking Me Down With Their Holy