Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you any less from the people at the top?
for the beats, that go with losing any war,
taking in their hands, stringing all the losers up.
while the write the history books defeated die poor
more bereft of than an old jackson pollack painting
cold and alone, and disintegrating,
the hail of bullets there is silence, the pow
i can get with and i can see it all now
not funny 'cause when you think you're on the a-tip you slip
it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too much
it's when i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me
you said you didn't like my so i kept my jaw steeled
well, people say i hold out a holden caulfield
fat mama it was hip automatically
it's too much i my head spa-spa-spazmatically

i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again"
i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"

point that thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out to the weakest at the back of the line
it's open season on the and the useless

but now you're staring out the t.v. with a on your face
squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes
predicting all over the place
and we're sorry for all the mistakes we made
but now if you could eat your own words you'd start a hunger strike
it's easy to control us if you us all afraid
kick sand up in my like i'm a wheel guard on your dirt bike
the the quicker, thicker, the fatter watch 'em all scatter
but the kicker, it doesn't matter
i've got my tongue in my cheek so far it makes me
heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son these are words to live by
now watch me in the teeth of the track like my mind was a steel toe boot

i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again"
i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"
don't point thing at me unless you want to use it
out abuses to the weakest at the back of the line

it's open season on the meek and the
squint, think and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my
the is all about consumption

and anyone around and all the in the street
the indescribable is up for
they're pointing and they're whispering discreetly
"who is that what's he done for his homeland?"
they all can see him, they know where he's
he knows their hopes will fade without the strength of his
he feels so damn obvious that he must be
he is ready for his sneak attack, he's gonna go do this shit and not look
"i have the answers for the questions y'all been me,
i will relieve you of the of your six figure apathy,
i am the dynamite, i am the glue,
i never underestimate the enemy what you do
i underestimate the enemy that's what you do
i never underestimate the enemy that's you do

don't point that thing at me unless you to use it

it's season 'cause it's good, good, good.
don't point that thing at me unless you to use it

it's open on the meek and the useless
bark out to the weakest at the back of the line
squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes

bark out abuses to the at the back of the line
don't point that at me unless you want to use it
it's open season on the meek and the
squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes