Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me real music
There is no soul to the so-called songs try to sing
Sure there are a few exceptions to the old
They only what it is I try to prove
they are the true artists in their field
It's just too bad that they share space with a bunch of queers
we're at it, let me please quickly point out
That glorifying violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes

Learn to put the past you, don't try to bring it back
Don'tlet your toys sonfine you unrtil your brain goes
I remind you, you're doing nothing new
You think that they will sign you, luck, you'll need it too

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

What the fuck's the with you?