Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An address to the golden
I was on a stone again,
Pulling teeth from the of gore
When a tragic opera in my mind,
And it told of a new design in which every soul is bound
To uphold all the of boredom
Therein the fatal flaw of the red age

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

So we burned all our
And let nature take it's again
And the big onese just eat all the ones
That sends us back to the board

In my hours
We all asked for some
to come
Sprinkle his all around
But all our crying voices can't turn it around
And you've had some 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 brutal

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