Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant of dominance results in fear}

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

voices preach
Talk of truth in political speak
Carry on they're blue in the face
And my point of view has it's place

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

Call me ignorant I was never smart
Like a wolf runnin' high on
All the in the dim with a low hum
up growin' loud I can hear them
Religious left and
Power hungry of state
Melancholy death of our nemesis
Strong will or so say our presidents

voices preach
Talk of truth in their speak
Carry on they're blue in the face
And my point of view has lost it's

Last
Did I give nothin' in
Stand up for a
Give permission to a war

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

fallin' fast from the war inspired
Double standard
Helter skelter
Consequences
us not into temptation with your
Damnin' and glorified hatred
A vengeful
We bear alone to our death

voices preach
Talk of truth in their political
Carry on they're blue in the face
And my point of has lost it's place

Last
Did I nothin' in return
up for a cause
Give to a mute war

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

Does this end?
Does this end?
Does sacrifice end
things
Does this end
things

{The realization of dominance results in fear}

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