Luyện nghe bài hát My Politics

Don't ask me to do
I get sick just about you
And when I look at all we've
I went to away just hang my head und pray
That you will, look at me, what da you
Am I the king of the hill, standing over his
baby
The taste of is sweet, I'll lay this carcass at your feet
lf you'll only keep me
is it, my politics this is it
I've learned to hate, much to late
is it, my politics
I stand you, a simple man
A sly dog
A
This is it, my politics is it

I've more than I can stand
But in my acts and I'm a political man
I'll give you, give you all my worn out tools
Another shot of my rhythm und blues
I to
To draw you close, to joke hand
And in your shining face I see the promised
Well
you can share with me the depths of our compability
In the crimes of
This is it, my this 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 with a of my head.
I try to drag you and bury you alive,
but when I fall asleep that's you open 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 tell me, how will you
You have to be the biggest alive.

I lay awake all night but all that I can see are the vicious, clever of my mythology.
I'm beating my up against the wall 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 to pick you with a stick und look inside of you.
But when you in the dark there is nothing to see.
I'm on a desperate for reality.