Luyện nghe bài hát My Politics

Don't ask me to do
I get sick just thinking you
And when I at all we've done
I went to walk away just hang my und pray
That you will, look at me, what da you
Am I the king of the hill, standing his kill?
Well
The taste of blood is sweet, I'll lay this carcass at feet
lf you'll only me company
This is it, my this is it
I've learned to hate, it's 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 more than I can
But in my and deeds I'm a political man
I'll you, I'll give you all my worn out tools
brutal shot 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 share with me the of our compability
In the of humanity
This is it, my politics is it
I love to hate, that's great
This is it, my

Out the edge the living and the dead,
I try to you off with a shake of my head.
I try to drag you down and you alive,
but I fall asleep that's when you open your eyes.
You laugh, you cry, you look me in the eye with hang-dog face,
that's when I put you in place.
Can you tell me, how will you
You have to be the fool 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 and on each single,
brick there is a picture of you all.
This is it, the end, I'll you what I'll do,
I'm going to pick you with a stick und inside of you.
But when you wander in the there is nothing to see.
I'm on a search for reality.