Luyện nghe bài hát The Crowd

Wrenched the world, deanesthetized,
Blurry images fight their way through opened eyes
Awakened by alarm, minutes of hygiene
Twenty of eating, thirty seconds to the door.
I looked outside, I looked into the
Of the impersonal mob seen a thousand times before
Feeling covers like books on a shelf,
If we're of one another,
Must be of ourself,
More just another crowd, we need a gathering instead.
Drink drink in the badland, liquid for the poor
Another member of the crowd goes down to at the liquor store
Choose escape in the heartland
Of products and when you feel like a wasp in the swarm
You get away any way that you can.
(Chorus)