Luyện nghe bài hát Filter

While you sleep, in the of your bed,
someone's coming you.
When you awake, to the on your way to work,
someone's coming you.

They're stealing your and they're selling them back to you
and at the lives we waste.
They're feeding the lines in the of commerce,
excuses for we wage.
They've got the bombs and the guns to look
the economy.
But got a plan to get back all the hours
and days and the years that take.

We say, we'll this city to the filter,
we'll empty every bottle, see us by the river.
We'll bring back things you can't remember,
like in the winter. You're smiling while they burn your lives.

And you've their lies.
You've heard lies.