Luyện nghe bài hát Kill The President

What's the for?
battlefield. Syllables of war.
I shut myself off. It again.
not my friend. You're not my friend.
not my friend. (sh-sh-sh-sh-shake)
The winter knocked down my door like a selfish
I'm that you haven't got your wish
'cause in the cold, all alone, I've been of
but you.
And it feels like seventh grade
and none of this will end
I'm your public malcontent
extraneous trend.
Don't try to be like me
I'm not one to compete to
the status of a symbol of idolatry.
This I'd really rather be alone.
Can we forget I can just go home.
This I'd really rather be alone.
unaffected by this hand of fate.
Saying "everything's ok!" with a face.
I remember you said I could count on your for anything.
...and I hold on.
You'll hold off and play another cherade again.
I'm driving my car and never walking in the rain again.
I miss the smell of Bell and places that we knew too well.
Driving me crazy. me crazy. Driving me crazy.
me crazy.
This time I'd rather be alone.
Can we forget this mess and go home?
time I'd really rather be alone.
I'm bleeding profusely my insides
While smiling 'cause you're stealing all of my best lines.
I'm over and I'm taking my own side.
and over again. I'm so useless.
Now you're everything.
(Well was I anything?)
Everyone I love leaves me.
My judgment's off every time.
(You're words will always be mine)
This I'd really rather be alone.
Can we this? I could just go home.
This I'd really rather be alone.
I'm bleeding profusely my insides
While you're smiling 'cause you're all of my best lines.
I'm doubled over and I'm my own side.
And, oh, how be slapped on crowded streets.
And in some cry of defeat
I'll up
shout it loud:
"Fuck that! off the new sound!"
I'll be on crowded streets.
And in some cry of defeat
open up
I'll shout it
"Fuck that! Turn off the new sound! that!"
"Fuck that! off the new sound! Fuck that!"
"Fuck that! off the new sound!"

Over and again. I'm so useless.
Now you're everything.
(Well was I anything?)
Everyone I love always me.
My judgment's off this time for the time.
What's left beside me
No one in this world is listening.
Pay attention now. Pay now.
No one in this world is listening.
Pay attention. Pay attention.
Pay attention now. Pay now.
Now. Now. Now.
At home alone all night.
(At home again all night...)
Expect the and you'll be right.