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 a thousand graves
you're all the same, just of their machine perpetuate their dream
They subsidize nightclubs, and they subsidize your balls
They herd and brand the masses painted prison 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 their dream.
I'd rather be in a George Orwell-ian world
Than pacified society of happy boys and girls.
I'd rather know my and let you know the same.
Whose to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to the fucking blame.

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