Luyện nghe bài hát Part 3 - Deeper Into The Mud

Deeper the mud... led by the angel. John Doe is looking around,
and -
frankly to go insane. The computerbrain can't find such a
"feeling" in it's
banks and alarmed...

Outside the space
Like a bunch of metal pushed into my
Doe:
Hasta la vista, oh la-la negras putas, cojones!
It's so here...

Vegetation, out of my
Weird like death, rusty metal
The
How do you feel? Laa-la-laa... out of line!

Death! Death!
(Hey!) Now it's a crime to walk here
This is not our property, charging us
The
No, no, no! not true!
Here we are all free, from your sins!

Sure it's all
me of an overload
Surrounded by
I'm a hunter's prey
The
Benedictus esto peccatores, dominus tecum!
John Doe manages to from the circuit of the computerbrain, the

impregnated with despair is getting rid of its chronic
depression. The is
watching aside with a contented smile. The computerbrain is
starting to a
of electric charge in itself.

I can't my memory
I'm short of breath, I only
Files are messed up, hi-tech
Wanna get back, is not fun!
I escape, I am
I'll be anyway
Comfortable? too hot
I'm of what is not
Why do you smile, like it
too much, I feel sorrow
I stay pale behind my monitor. LET ME GO!
The computerbrain away trying to escape... John Doe is somewhere
else...
in pleasure.

American
You made spoiled
I've been livin' in a for too long
They me to pay, but now, here, today...

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!

Is this way or wrong?
I go... right or left?
It's too hot, faith no
I wet, I will die!