Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign and Akward

The people outside umbrellas and faces
look like they're wondering "will i be dead soon?"
I wish I tell them,
I I could feed them
a little bit of to make them feel useful here,
and I can't remember when I first reading,
but I know the words all seemed foreign and awkward
and looking at letters is watching pixels,
its what we do when we fear the big picture,
its and awkward,
its and awkward,
oh my God its so foreign and awkward,
don't worry baby, change the channel
and no one will us here under this apathy,
and if the we know is all that we are
and everyone's hanging out at the bar,
the that we love just bells on a post
and everyone's their own the most,
oh there come a reckoning,
of joy will sing,
and the open strings make that haunt you.
Little got out of touch,
got stuck eating mud out of the puddle,
next there's a window washer,
tapping his toes to the sound of the scuttle of the feet of the folks who never mind, their raving about the progress of the modern times,
American dreams into the gutter,
collected by a rat whose getting fatter,
on the train that we call life
there will be and there will be strife,
may we teach understanding before college
instead of just measuring knowledge,
with a scoured eye and a tongue,
you watch us die,
you eat our young,
and us all in your visions of glory
and never the end of the story.