Luyện nghe bài hát My Politics

Don't ask me to do
I get sick thinking about you
And when I look at all done
I went to walk away hang my head und pray
That you will, look at me, what da you
Am I the king of the hill, standing over his
Well
The taste of blood is sweet, I'll lay carcass at your feet
lf only keep me company
This is it, my politics 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 politics is it

seen more than I can stand
But in my and deeds I'm a political man
give you, I'll give you all my worn out tools
Another brutal shot of my und blues
I to
To draw you close, to joke hand
And in your shining face I see the land
baby
Maybe you can share me the depths of our compability
In the of humanity
This is it, my politics is it
I love to hate, fucking great
This is it, my

Out the edge the living and the dead,
I try to throw you off a shake of my head.
I try to drag you down and you alive,
but when I fall asleep that's when you your eyes.
You laugh, you cry, you look me in the eye your hang-dog face,
that's I put you in your place.
Can you me, how will you survive?
You have to be the fool alive.

I lay awake all night but all that I can see are the vicious, clever of my mythology.
I'm beating my head up the wall and on each single,
separate there is a picture of you all.
This is it, the end, tell you what I'll do,
I'm going to pick you with a und look inside of you.
But when you wander in the dark there is to see.
I'm on a desperate for reality.