Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An address to the door
I was on a stone again,
teeth from the pimps of gore
When hatched a opera in my mind,
And it told of a new design in which every soul is duty
To all the statutes of boredom
Therein lies the fatal of the red age

Because it was nothing we'd ever dreamt
Or for life had gone away with the rent we hated
And becase it made no money nobody saved no one's this time

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

In my hours
We have all asked for
to come
Sprinkle his all around
But all our voices they can't turn it around
And had some crazy conversations of your own

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

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