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
We're a reason to exist
But can't seem to escape the
Running in circles around

With made of gold
Controlled by we own
We follow we're told
Fit right into the
Is this we need to breathe
Or are we just feeding our

2]
We sight of what we can't touch
We it all but can't remember how to love
I'm with an empty heart
And we grieve until we start
We wonder why we feel empty
Why there's a hunger that we can't
A world with a bad design
You waste your time on an endless

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

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

We stand on top of the
But still hollow ground
We on top of the world
When all is
We stand at the top of the world,

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

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