Luyện nghe bài hát Head? Chest? Foot?

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

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

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