Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Redundant

The past drags behind us like a dead
Prone for the large part, yet piling on the
Bullying, rebuking, we re-imagine

Because by in the here and the now
It has ingrained as given
less, transparent, brittle beings that we are

But this
Those who can't the past
Are to repeat it

place us in a losing battle
But will we die for any flag? I don't so
Quietly unwilling,
There is little of our

Disorientated by the of custom
It dissipates the present and the unbalanced
Excluded for envisioning a new

Those who can't escape the
Are condemned to it
Are to repeat it

who can't escape the past
Are condemned to it
Are to repeat it
Condemned to it

The past us oversight
But we have nothing if it is
Are we so stupefied that we've run out of

The past can keep us blissfully
from a plunge into the virgin unknown
Are we so drained that we've run out of steam?
Are we so stupefied we've run out of steam?

The past drags behind us like a dead
It has become ingrained as
Direction less, transparent, brittle that we are

place us in a losing battle
It the present and the future
Direction less, transparent, beings that we are

But consider
who can't escape the past
Are to repeat it