Luyện nghe bài hát R. U. Experienced

through escape
now every wicked ordeal disgrace, emotions ruined
intellectuals seduced nations
founded 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
no one, maintain, and tell truth, end ridicule
war, and terror
invidual clever to often rule you
whether love, loathe
behold enslavement, order retaliation so
in God hold true, to obstruction
thoroughly handing
destyruction, elimination, the humiliation

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

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

we'll all to inform masses, engage
encounter extreme passages, enter return insideeternal
encouraging survival

battle underground intelligence leaving the
all numb and defenseless on
grounds adolescent negligent
zero evidence years of
races street technique, raises encases
authorities run
mazes in space and places rearranged
evidence pages all revealing
order in courts
taking kingdoms, endless
tactics
indicate overthrowing national

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

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