Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

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

What the fuck's the matter with