Luyện nghe bài hát Head? Chest? Foot?

three choices, one bullet, one trigger, guess who to pull it
one leader, a slaves.
for every there's a thousand graves
you're all the same, just part of their machine their dream
They your nightclubs, and they subsidize your balls
They herd and brand the masses within prison walls.
Till freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you hate.

But I'm not the same. I'm not part of your machine.
I'll jeopardize dream.
I'd rather be imprisoned in a George world
your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
I'd rather my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose to slash
And where to point the blame.

One future. Two choices. Oppose them or let them us.