Luyện nghe bài hát Summer Of '97

was listening.
Just talking unimpressed.
For speaking up and out the murmur of the crowd.
it's nothing special.
It's fundamental.
Just four concerned trying to drum up some right questions right now.

A room of people.
The whole in their hands.
Why's not the whole concerned?
is your world to you know.
Stand up for more than.
Sitting right down.
I'm not afraid to get up and communicate this to you because it cats me alive.
And I that's why you only want to watch me sit and scream.
That doesn't justify what here.
What here?
You don't know how it feels (granted I don't know how it feels either of the time).

I'll see you in a smoke filled shop one day.
I that we can talk what we've been through.
The donuts per capita per idiot.
I'll forget.
Taste my bleed again.
I bit my own hand off I realized it helped to feed.
At the end of the day I know how it feels to the end.
One cigarette.
You seemed to understand.
It was about respect.

truly ain't no mecca man.
This place is fucked.
We built it up and it fall.
And survived those we trust.
All we were for was someone or something to believe in.
That's why we got each other. Cause when knock one of us down.
We'll together underground.
And try to the world
The stars and charred black.
done right, art should attack.