Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Tell me I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of physics fantasy
And if that's not the case then I can't help but
At the music's going, heading for the past
bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who it? Never mind
Bend and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other fame

Club mix, dance, rap, tell me it's real music
is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing
Sure are a few exceptions to the old rule
only reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe are the true artists in their field
It's too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers
we're at it, let me please quickly point out
That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do,

Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to it back
Don'tlet toys sonfine you unrtil your brain goes slack
Need I remind you, you're doing new
You think that they will you, good luck, you'll need it too

I'm only saying what's on my mind this in time
Don't want to offend anyone unless they've narrow
of stealing from the artist of an older age
Creating a brand new sound, a brand new of things
I'm sure you can see my point of view if you really try
I'd like to see this generation build a thing that
Stop digging up the of other people's art
You can make your own if you stop and try

What the fuck's the with you?