Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant realization of results in fear}

Wake up tired with a mouthful of
Deceived distressed by the truth they've been
Television, every identity
Gettin' to the minute of our gravity
I ask myself
Did I speak my or shut my mouth?
Was I a follower, a insignificant
shadow of a ghost bearing innocence?

Constative voices
Talk of truth in their political
on till they're blue in the face
And my point of view has lost it's

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

Call me maybe I was never smart
Like a wolf high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim a low hum
Risin' up growin' loud I can hear
Religious left and
Power hungry heads of
Melancholy death fall of our
Strong will or so say our presidents

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

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

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

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

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

Last
Did I give nothin' in
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 death
Premonition, television stuttering
We the people citizens are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is shed in our
When, where does this end?

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

{The constant realization of dominance in fear}

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