Luyện nghe bài hát Mental Torture

You be cool, you wanna be tough
You be respected, be a man
So you off your face, cut off your hair
Then they gave you a gun and a
Now you're the law, you do you want
And 'We the people' do you say
'Cause you are the man with the gun in your
God help us if we get in way
Hey, give me a
What the hell do you think is on?
They always think I'm stoned, never leave me
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 guilty 'till I'm proven
Now the world needs law and order as common dictates
But big shot busting heads is what I really hate
The law is their authority, actions justified
To 'serve and protect', I what they meant
They'll do what seems at the time
They think I'm 'cause I look like I do
I see rise
It's getting just to walk down the street
their Big Brother eyes
It's in the paper. now on my TV
I've the violence and hate
They call it but they've pushed it too far
it before it's too late
Torture yourself the facts
You do what chosen to do
No one is you sympathy
Changes are long
I've got no problems with the cops 'round the
Who put their on the line
Rounding up rapists and and sorts
Taking a bite out of
But what's this shit the heavies some pull?
I'm seeing Billy The
It's over race, religion, colours and
I've seen down in cold blood
Wise up if you are a supercop, hero I'm about
No one has jurisdiction to play God and a life out