Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An address to the door
I was strumming on a again,
Pulling from the pimps of gore
hatched a tragic opera in my mind,
And it told of a new design in which every is duty bound
To uphold all the statutes of
lies the fatal flaw of the red age

Because it was like we'd ever dreamt
Or lust for life had gone away the rent we hated
And it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time

So we all our uniforms
And let take it's course again
And the big onese just eat all the ones
sends us back to the drawing board

In my hours
We have all asked for
Angel to
his dust all around
But all our crying voices they turn it around
And you've had some crazy conversations of own

We've got rules and maps and in our backs but we still can't just behave ourselves,
if to save our own lives
So I:
We are a kind

'Cause this is nothing like ever dreamt
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another attempt
'Cause if it makes them money they might just give you life time