Luyện nghe bài hát Take It From The Source

i was sitting in basil's with a and coffee
the world a fine place to be
when the man on my got up to leave
and left a little of his mind with me
he said, "faggots you should be put in asylums"
now me, who takes the blame
for his scared, so unaware
he would fire his fear without an ounce of shame
whatever happened to love thy
nothing than a worn out clich
are all men created or has this too become pass?
you don't to open your mouth for me to read your lips
i can follow the language on your finger tip
they don't look before leap
they don't think before they
they just their tongues on you and me
spit poison darts perfect teeth

got to take it from the
at where it's coming from
you're got to it from the source
only wasted words on me
i guess i just measure up
strayed from the straight and narrow
so you lock me up, away the key
'cause i don't by your dress code
that's ok, heard it before
you can open the wound i feel no
i need an armour suit
the one with the ball and chain