Luyện nghe bài hát Mental Torture

You be cool, you wanna be tough
You be respected, be a man
So you shaved off your face, cut off hair
they gave you a gun and a badge
Now you're the law, you do what you
And 'We the do what you say
you are the man with the gun in your hand
God help us if we get in way
Hey, give me a
What the hell do you think is on?
always think I'm stoned, never leave me alone
I think it's my hair is long
Hey, get off my
I'm speaking on of my defence
They're always acting brave behind those tinted
I'm 'till I'm proven innocent
Now the world law and order as common sense dictates
But big shot rookies busting heads is what I hate
The law is their authority, their actions
To 'serve and protect', I think what they
They'll do what seems right at the
They think I'm trouble I look like I do
I see suspicion
It's harder just to walk down the street
Without Big Brother eyes
in the paper. now it's on my TV
I've seen the and hate
call it justice but they've pushed it too far
Stop it it's too late
Torture with the facts
You do what you've to do
No one is giving you
Changes are long
I've got no problems with the 'round the world
Who put their lives on the
Rounding up rapists and and sorts
Taking a out of crime
But what's this with the heavies some pull?
I'm seeing The Club
It's race, religion, colours and creeds
I've seen gunned in cold blood
Wise up if you are a supercop, hero I'm talking
No one has jurisdiction to play God and snuff a out