Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An to the golden door
I was strumming on a again,
Pulling from the pimps of gore
When a tragic opera in my mind,
And it told of a new design in which soul is duty bound
To uphold all the of boredom
Therein lies the fatal of the red age

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

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

In my darkest
We have all asked for
to come
Sprinkle his dust all
But all our crying voices they turn it around
And you've had some crazy of your own

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

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