Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

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

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

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

In my darkest
We have all for some
Angel to
Sprinkle his all around
But all our crying they can't turn it around
And you've had some crazy conversations of own

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

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