Luyện nghe bài hát Head? Chest? Foot?

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

But I'm not the same. I'm not part of fucking machine.
I'll their dream.
I'd rather be in a George Orwell-ian 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 tires to slash
And where to the fucking blame.

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