Luyện nghe bài hát R. U. Experienced

through hallucinations
now wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined
intellectuals seduced nations
founded under lock
friends, foreigners, enemies concentrate to
penetrate, reduce our time, elminate to
yell out, utlize, realize,
essentails, lifestyle
to all nation youth, continue our struggle
trust no one, maintain, and truth, end ridicule
war, and terror
vicious clever to often rule you
whether individuals love,
enslavement, order united retaliation 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 encouraging

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

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

underground intelligence leaving the defenses
all numb and on restless
grounds negligent intend
zero years of underdeveloped
races street technique, raises enemy
authorities run
mazes in elite and places rearranged
pages all revealing establishment
traces in courts
taking away kingdoms,
anti-civilian
indicate overthrowing assassins

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

To be or not to be? is the question;
whether tis in the mind 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 sleep of death
dreams may come when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil, must us pause:
there's the that makes calamity of so long a life
for who would the whups and scorns of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the proud contumely,
the pangs of love, the law's delay,
the insolence of that patient merit the unworthy takes
when he himself might his quietus make a bare bodkin
who fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that dread of after death
the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no returns
Is the throne empty... Is the dead... The country unpossessed.
What heir of york is alive but we
and who is king of great Yorkshire
so that he may become your king, I
I will not trust you sir, off with his
so for Buckingham.