Luyện nghe bài hát Last Things

{The constant of dominance results in fear}

Wake up tired a mouthful of nothin'
distressed by the truth they've been witholdin'
Television, every identity
Gettin' to the minute of our gravity
I ask myself
Did I speak my mind or shut my
Was I a follower, a leader
Mere of a ghost bearing innocence?

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

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

Call me maybe I was never smart
Like a runnin' high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim a low hum
Risin' up growin' loud I can them
Religious and right
Power hungry of state
Melancholy death fall of our
will survive or so say our presidents

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

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

Four, three, two, four, two one
Troops move let it all be done
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, is shed in our streets
When, where does sacrifice end?

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

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

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

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

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

{The constant 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 burns
Premonition, television indecision
We the citizens lies are being force fed
Money, power, cruelty, blood is in our streets
When, where does this sacrifice