Luyện nghe bài hát My Politics

Don't ask me to do
I get sick just thinking you
And I look at all we've done
I went to walk away just hang my und pray
you will, look at me, what da you see?
Am I the king of the hill, over his kill?
Well
The taste of blood is sweet, I'll lay carcass at your feet
lf only keep me company
This is it, my this is it
learned to hate, it's much to late
This is it, my
I before you, a simple man
A sly dog
A
This is it, my this is it

I've seen than I can stand
But in my acts and I'm a political man
I'll you, I'll give you all my worn out tools
Another brutal of my rhythm und blues
I to
To draw you close, to joke your
And in your shining I see the promised land
Well
Maybe you can with me the depths of our compability
In the of humanity
This is it, my politics is it
I to hate, that's fucking great
is it, my politics

Out the edge between the and the dead,
I try to throw you off a shake of my head.
I try to you down and bury you alive,
but when I fall asleep when you open your eyes.
You laugh, you cry, you look me in the eye with your face,
that's I put you in your place.
Can you tell me, how you survive?
You have to be the biggest alive.

I lay all night but all that I can see are the vicious, clever lies of my mythology.
I'm beating my head up against the wall and on single,
separate brick is a picture of you all.
is it, the end, I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'm going to pick you with a stick und inside of you.
But when you in the dark there is nothing to see.
I'm on a search for reality.