Luyện nghe bài hát Next World War

As we drive to the point of our being,
We must turn our vision to the point of our seeing,
Our senses in the crosshairs of a system,
That doesn't know enemy from it's victim,
And the raging come in every street soldiers soul,
Is ready to default on mortgage of control,
answers need new questions not new excuses,
All these used up lives could be put to uses,
There's no time left for the doing if we it in waiting,
This fetish for corrupts our instincts for creating,
The cynical of this movement's great calling,
Will the ones who've been flying at the expense of the falling,
Sometimes it's easier to suffer than to up and fight,
Easier to your wrong than to realize you are right,
When the facts are filtered by the again truth,
And they command the of task and ignore the burden of proof.

Nobody wants their blood,
envies the river in flood,
But the ones who only put stock in the exchange,
you to have to force a change,
Sweatshop of the I.M.F.,
Or you just wonder if god is deaf,
It even take all that much,
For the wage slave to throw up his crutch.

This is just a dead man's will it's not a way,
A tyrant wants it all but it's no crime to a little more,
There comes a time you stop picking your battles,
Stop banking with your soul and outright war.