Luyện nghe bài hát Pissed

it might be rude to
but i get so
all your space gets away
their junkyard mist

the is shrinking
everyone's
like rats in a
we're strangled and

we just take care
of other could we
take care

could we see
the pasture of rage
and wage
we see beyond this
pasture country
was built on

driving and out of chicago
i'm for the highway
and i around
and oh my
what we done
past the jewel osco the bus
spewing black air all
this neighborhood
mainly it's bars and fast
fast food cheap poison

oh my
have we done
what my fathers
done to my
have our leaders
led us
have we chosen
fast asleep in baths
that keep people
polluted and
clean of their gods
oh my goodness
are we now

I'd bang down billboards
suck nourish from this
i'd send those
to it clean
make wet
and

i want the
to be cast
i to let
the pray
i the loggers
to be away
i just wanna

don't sell me junkyard
don't package my
i the earth for my feet
and the wind for my