Luyện nghe bài hát The Builder and the Arsonist

A meek man built his home out of
In view of the kings
The king frowned the man and ordered it to be torn down
Is a man the builder, or the
The lion, or the
The king, or the
The man's shivered as they heard a knock upon the door
And opposite the door was a bearing the news from the king
I a wife and kids he said
Where sir, will I
Where
Where the fuck I live?
Do we have enough to stand on our own two feet?
Or have we become too
The nation's thrones gathered dust
Leaders killed by
All because, we didn't wanna be what to do
the man who thinks 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 golden
We've been our artists
And feeding our
But it is our shopping mall hierarchy that is us alive
building homes just to burn them down
Who's the because of it
We have
The man said, "I will not go as a monster, but as a tragedy"**
So, he set to the town
And stormed the gates of the
And holding the king by the hair he said, "You are no more me, and I am no less than you"
Then he cut and sat the throne
We nothing