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 all the statutes of boredom
Therein the fatal flaw of the red age

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

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

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

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