Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners

1]
We up in a bed of sin
And stare up at the as high as the sky
Like our way to fly
chasing a reason to exist
But seem to escape the loneliness
in circles around happiness

With houses made of
by what we own
We follow what told
Fit right the mold
Is this we need to breathe
Or are we feeding our disease

2]
We lost sight of what we touch
We lost it all but can't remember how to
I'm with an empty heart
And we shall grieve we start
We wonder why we feel empty
Why a hunger that we can't satisfy
A lonely world with a bad
You waste time on an endless climb

With houses made of
by what we own
We what we're told
Fit right into the
Is this what we to breathe
Or are we feeding our disease

Prisoners of a war
with a double edged sword
We could be
If we stop our disease

We on top of the world
But still there's ground
We on top of the world
all is wrong
We at the top of the world, alone

With houses made of
Controlled by we own
We what we're told
Fit right into the
Is this what we to breathe
Or are we feeding our disease

Prisoners of a war
Fighting with a edged sword
We be free
If we feeding our disease