Luyện nghe bài hát R. U. Experienced

through hallucinations
now wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined
intellectuals seduced nations
under loose lock
evaluate friends, foreigners, concentrate to
penetrate, our time, elminate chances to
yell out, utlize, realize,
essentails, lifestyle
attantion to all youth, continue our struggle
trust no one, maintain, and tell truth, end
war, and terror
vicious invidual to often rule you
individuals love, loathe
behold enslavement, order united so
fear in God true, to obstruction
thoroughly handing
destyruction, elimination, the humiliation

we'll all to inform masses, engage
extreme passages, enter return insideeternal neglect
cycles survival

original underground generals hit their
weakest intervals two
sentinels, infiltrate effectively not taken
warning except automatic preparation, override negative
and new
secretly under battle, lost inside mystery, intaining actions
lethal combat overdoses so
involved that civilians assist, never trippin' after
ecery casualty opening mental position, let elite take
control owning nation to only love
of expansion, retalation
to higher elevation, witness old revelation, lingering

we'll all rise to inform masses,
encounter extreme passages, return insideeternal neglect
encouraging survival

battle underground leaving the defenses
all and defenseless on restless
grounds adolescent negligent
zero evidence years of
races street technique, enemy encases
authorities run
mazes in elite space and places
evidence all revealing establishment
order in courts
taking away kingdoms,
anti-civilian
indicate overthrowing national

guaranted increases the nation's
securities tensions, abusive badges, and stations
inject of elimination armies unauthorized
to hide or rewrite institutional treaties in state
die no

To be or not to be? That is the
whether tis nobler in the mind to
the and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or by everything.
To die, to to sleep, a chance to dream.
Ay, the rub, in that sleep of death
what dreams may when we have shuffled
off this coil, must give us pause:
there's the respect makes calamity of so long a life
for who bear the whups and scorns of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the man's contumely,
the of despised love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office that patient merit the takes
when he himself might his quietus make with a bare
who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a life,
but that dread of after death
the undiscover'd country from bourn no traveller returns
Is the throne empty... Is the king dead... The unpossessed.
What heir of york is there but we
and who is king of great Yorkshire
so he may become your king, I fear
I not trust you sir, off with his head
so for Buckingham.