Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners

1]
We up in a bed of sin
And up at the ceiling as high as the sky
Like our way to fly
chasing a reason to exist
But can't seem to the loneliness
Running in around happiness

With made of gold
by what we own
We what we're told
Fit right the mold
Is this what we need to
Or are we just our disease

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

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

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

We on top of the world
But there's hollow ground
We stand on top of the
When all is
We at the top of the world, alone

With houses of gold
Controlled by we own
We follow we're told
Fit into the mold
Is what we need to breathe
Or are we just our disease

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