Luyện nghe bài hát R. U. Experienced

through hallucinations
now every wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, ruined
seduced including nations
founded loose lock
evaluate friends, foreigners, concentrate to
penetrate, reduce our time, elminate to
out, utlize, realize, survival
essentails, fundamentals
attantion to all youth, continue our struggle
trust no one, maintain, and truth, end ridicule
war, hunger and
vicious invidual clever to rule you
individuals love, loathe
behold enslavement, united retaliation so
fear in God hold true, to
handing enemies'
destyruction, elimination, avoid the

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

fughting underground generals hit their
intervals two hundred
sentinels, infiltrate levels effectively not
warning except automatic preparation, override systems
and new
secretly under battle, lost inside mystery, intaining nuclear
lethal overdoses excessive so
involved that civilians assist, never trippin' killin'
ecery opening mental position, let elite take eventual
control owning nation to only love
of expansion, retalation
to elevation, witness old revelation, lingering dication

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 intend
zero evidence of underdeveloped
races street technique, raises encases
tasteless run
mazes in elite space and rearranged
pages all revealing establishment
traces in courts
taking away kingdoms,
anti-civilian
indicate overthrowing assassins

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

To be or not to be? That is the
whether tis nobler in the to suffer
the slings and of outrageous fortune,
or by everything.
To die, to sleep; to sleep, a to dream.
Ay, there's the rub, in that sleep of
what may come when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil, must give us
there's the respect that makes calamity of so long a
for who would bear the whups and of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the man's contumely,
the pangs of love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office that patient merit the takes
when he might his quietus make with a bare bodkin
who would bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that dread of something death
the country from whose bourn no traveller returns
Is the throne empty... Is the king dead... The unpossessed.
What heir of is there alive 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.