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 hatched a opera in my mind,
And it told of a new in which every soul is duty bound
To all the statutes of boredom
Therein lies the fatal of the red age

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

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

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

We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs but we still just behave ourselves,
Even if to save our own
So I:
We are a brutal

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