Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Canyons

We're the loosers, We see disdain
the tools for our own coloured fate
No one knows our place
Justice, give us grace! Show your face!

But the war slaves of the lords us from land to land
to the garbage canyons, to the damned
And we ride like puppets on our dogs, helpless,
into the ghetto

"Antisocial" their only slang
political correct on stamps
Roast our sharp! Bon appetite!
Swallow our souls to it!

And the forces of the drive us from land to land
to the garbage canyons, to the damned
Yes we ride, puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,
the ghetto canyons

Life injurance your future plan,
saves your future in a wheel gang,
but you laugh about warning.
You drift there where you want
to the suicide angels, if your fate is wrong
angels, you want never fall down, down from the sky
That's illusion, you can fall,
cause you are in the devil's reich