Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An address to the golden
I was strumming on a 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 uphold all the of boredom
Therein the fatal flaw of the red age

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

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

In my hours
We all asked for some
Angel to
his dust all around
But all our crying voices can't 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,
Even if to save our own
So I:
We are a kind

'Cause this is like we'd ever dreamt
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got failed attempt
'Cause if it makes them money they might just give you this time