Luyện nghe bài hát Open Season

would you expect any less from the people at the
for the beats, beats go with losing any war,
taking lives in 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 there is silence, the pow
i can get this and i can see it all now
it's not funny 'cause when you think you're on the you slip
it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too anyway
it's when i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me
you said you didn't like my voice so i kept my jaw
well, say i hold out like a holden caulfield
fat cass it was hip automatically
too much i shook 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 that 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
bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the
it's open season on the and the useless

but now staring out the t.v. with a smile on your face
squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes
predicting armageddon all over the
and we're sorry for all the mistakes we made
but now even if you eat your own words you'd start a hunger strike
easy to control us if you keep us all afraid
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 cheek so far it me mute
heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are to live by
now watch me in the teeth of the track like my mind was a steel toe boot

i the lines that 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"
point that thing at me unless you want to use it
bark out to the weakest at the back of the line

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

and around and all the people in the street
the is up for discussion
they're pointing fingers and they're whispering
"who is that man? he done for his homeland?"
they all can see him, know where he's going
he their hopes will fade without the strength of his hand
he feels so damn obvious that he must be
he is ready for his sneak attack, he's go do this shit and not look back
"i have the for the questions y'all 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 underestimate the enemy that's what you do
i never underestimate the that's what you do

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

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

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

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