Luyện nghe bài hát The Builder and the Arsonist

A meek man his home out of dirt
In view of the kings
The king frowned upon the man and it to be torn down
Is a man the builder, or the
The lion, or the
The king, or the
The man's wife shivered as they heard a knock the door
And opposite the door was a knight bearing the news from the
I a wife and kids he said
Where sir, I live?
sir?
Where the will I live?
Do we enough strength to stand on our own two feet?
Or we become too weak?
The thrones have gathered dust
Leaders by followers
All because, we didn't be told what to do
Fuck the man who he is above me
As a species, we are fucking
Are you the lion, or the
The king, or the
"They bowed their heads to pray for massive strokes and attacks"*
And holy rain
We've been our artists
And feeding our
But it is our shopping mall hierarchy is keeping us alive
We're building homes just to burn them
Who's the better of it
We have
The man said, "I will not go as a monster, but as a tragedy"**
So, he set fire to the
And the gates of the castle
And holding the king by the he said, "You are no more than me, and I am no less than you"
he cut and sat upon the throne
We have