Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

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

Because it was nothing like 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 all our uniforms
And let nature take course again
And the big onese just eat all the ones
That sends us to the drawing board

In my darkest
We have all asked for
to come
Sprinkle his all around
But all our voices they can't turn it around
And you've had some conversations of your 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

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