Luyện nghe bài hát Retreat Hell, Pt. 2

Tonight I'm the city
in posters that "Fuck You"
Fuck Politics,Opinions and Agenda
You try to fix my
You have a fucking clue
The left can go sit on this
The right can go and sit on something bigger
Too afraid of living, you to belong
You got one at life
It's not easy to be

When you grab your by the neck
grab the card
Grab the fucking deck
who said you have to fair
your parents, your and how they got there
do what it please, you don't to play
like your brother, just his back
and be there for other
I don't care you are
body you're in
If you're an asshole
get the fuck my way
too many isms
I care for either one
Why not try to be and
Have fucking fun

I don't care your God, your gods or your goddess
but i that you believe
Now I'm trying to be
Fuck your on immigration
and generation revolution
We're all immigrants of superhuman fusion
Now when i say "Super" I mean super
your door to your heart open
But keep guns cocked

You're always busy and complaining
and you say so are you
Yeah but true i can't hide it
I complain about idiots like you

I blame the suits though
they are paying for the
sure it be better
but the just got started
I celebrate
the are few
I don't what they expect
they tell me what to do
I know where we're going
but we're going fast
So I'm staying at the
as long as it
I say fuck world up the ass
If we're going to
We're flying class
is love but i doubt you can see it
Technically chemicals
But i doubt you can it