Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant realization of dominance results in

up tired with a mouthful of nothin'
Deceived by the truth they've been witholdin'
Television, every popular
Gettin' closer to the minute of our
I sometimes ask
Did I speak my mind or my mouth?
Was I a follower, a leader
Mere shadow of a ghost bearing

Constative preach
Talk of truth in political speak
Carry on till blue in the face
And my point of view has lost place

Last
Did I nothin' in return
Stand up for a
permission to a mute war

Call me ignorant maybe I was smart
Like a runnin' high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim a low hum
Risin' up loud I can hear them
Religious left and
Power hungry heads of
Melancholy fall of our nemesis
Strong survive or so say our presidents

Constantly preach
Talk of truth in their political
on till they're blue in the face
And my of view has lost it's place

things
Did I give in return
up for a cause
Give to a mute war

Four, three, two, four, two one
Troops move forward let it all be
Beginin' of the end soil has tread
Mother, daughter, father, son sky death
Premonition, television stuttering
We the people citizens lies are being fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is in our streets
When, where does this end?

We're fast from the war inspired
Double standard
Helter skelter
Consequences
Lead us not temptation with your
Damnin' words and hatred
A lineage
We will bear to our death

Constantly voices
Talk of in their political speak
on till they're blue in the face
And my point of view has lost place

things
Did I nothin' in return
up for a cause
Give permission to a war

Four, three, two, four, two one
move forward let it all be done
Beginin' of the end soil has been
Mother, daughter, father, son sky burns
Premonition, television indecision
We the people citizens are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is in our streets
When, where does this end?

Does sacrifice end?
this sacrifice end?
Does sacrifice end
Last
this sacrifice end
Last

constant realization of dominance results in fear}

Four, three, two, four, two one
Troops move let it all be done
Beginin' of the end has been tread
Mother, daughter, father, son sky death
Premonition, television stuttering
We the people lies are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is shed in our
When, where does this end?