Luyện nghe bài hát So Says I

An address to the door
I was on a stone again,
Pulling from the pimps of gore
When hatched a tragic in my mind,
And it told of a new design in which every soul is duty
To all the statutes of boredom
Therein lies the fatal of the red age

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

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

In my hours
We have all for some
Angel to
Sprinkle his all around
But all our crying voices they can't turn it
And you've had crazy conversations of your own

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

'Cause this is like we'd ever dreamt
Tell Sir Thomas More got another failed attempt
'Cause if it makes them money they might just you life this time