Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you expect any less from the people at the
for the beats, that go with losing any war,
lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up.
while the winners write the history defeated die poor
more bereft of life than an old jackson pollack
and alone, dead and disintegrating,
before the hail of bullets is silence, the pow
i can get with and i can see it all now
it's not '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
like when i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me
you said you didn't like my voice so i my jaw steeled
well, people say i out like a holden caulfield
fat mama it was hip automatically
it's too much i shook my 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 that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"

don't that thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out abuses to the at the back of the line
it's open on the meek and the useless

but now you're staring out the t.v. with a smile on your
squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes
predicting armageddon all the place
and we're really sorry for all the 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 keep us all
kick sand up in my face like i'm a wheel guard on your bike
the sicker the quicker, thicker, the fatter 'em all scatter
but the kicker, it doesn't matter
i've got my tongue in my so far it makes me mute
heaven is a and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are words to live by
now watch me kick in the teeth of the track like my mind was a toe boot

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

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

and anyone and all the people in the street
the is up for discussion
pointing fingers and they're whispering discreetly
"who is that man? what's he for his homeland?"
they all can see him, they where he's going
he knows their hopes will fade without the of his hand
he feels so damn obvious that he be glowing
he is ready for his sneak attack, he's gonna go do shit and not look back
"i have the answers for the questions been asking me,
i will you of the burden of your six figure apathy,
i am the dynamite, i am the glue,
i never underestimate the enemy what you do
i never underestimate the enemy what you do
i never underestimate the enemy what you do

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

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

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

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