Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitless Fortunes

The fascists and their many
Anarchists and fantasizing
It seems sometimes they're the same boat
Politicians mesmerizing of automated souls
As some psycho's screwing on the scope

I'm leaving
To join in my head
We'll have our fun the hypocrite critic
And all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say "I'm home"

tales and fruitless fortunes
Acquired some sad story teller
Can sometimes be enough to me mum in my keep
grinders orating overtures of madness
As the heinous hipster's spending his unearned

There may be many ways of reaching the plateau
I'll the road less traveled
If it like it ain't been sold
The chains around my neck won't
But at least they're of solid