Luyện nghe bài hát Head? Chest? Foot?

three choices, one bullet, one trigger, who gets to pull it
one leader, a slaves.
for throne there's a thousand graves
all the same, just part of their machine perpetuate their dream
They subsidize your nightclubs, and they subsidize balls
They and brand the masses within painted 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 fucking machine.
I'll jeopardize dream.
I'd rather be in a George Orwell-ian world
your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
I'd rather know my enemies and let you the same.
Whose windows to and whose tires to slash
And to point the fucking blame.

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