Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

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

Because it was nothing we'd ever dreamt
Or lust for life had away with the rent we hated
And becase it made no money nobody saved no one's life 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 darkest
We all asked for some
Angel to
Sprinkle his dust all
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 guns in our backs but we still can't behave ourselves,
Even if to our own lives
So I:
We are a kind

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