Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An to the golden door
I was strumming on a again,
Pulling teeth from the 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 ever dreamt
Or lust for life had gone away with the rent we
And becase it made no money nobody saved no life this time

So we burned all our
And let nature take it's course
And the big onese just eat all the little
sends us back to the drawing board

In my darkest
We have all for some
to come
Sprinkle his all around
But all our crying voices they 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 our own lives
So I:
We are a kind

'Cause this is 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