Luyện nghe bài hát The D-a-d In Dead

I've empty on the inside,
Only thinking in weights and measures and opinion.
The highest that I have been, and dying.
You your assignment,
Your now a "has been".
You have been a friend.
No, you could have been a husband to the women you used and to.
I tried to be you. I despised you, cried for you. I held it all for you.
I fucking died for you.
I didn't to be denied,
I'll with myself this time.
My pride, no more a fleeting issue. When I said I missed you, I lied. I never knew you.
Your face in mine, a grown man. You knew my face like the of your hand.
My face only knew demands. My only knew your hands.
At attention sir. call you sir.
That's your right? I concur.
You're not a man, a coward. You're not a man, you're a coward.
Your own child, empowered.
You'd raise hand and I'd cower.
I've been robbed, of a youth.
I I'll never be like you.
I'd rather die than be you.
We're passed the time, is due.
I'd die than be like you. I'd rather fucking die.
You never wanted me: a son inferior. Your "perfect" genes.
But all this came from you.
You're flawed too, and through.
I really could recite all the right words in order to express myself towards seeing you, and greeting you, and being you.
Through meaningless sex and abuse on myself and my health never anything but hell.
I denied my "wealth" in life of being alive and seeing side of myself; a part of me died.
But you to blame.
My reason, my teacher, my model, my guide, my shame, my pain.
I've cried too many over series of cynical lullabies.
I've improvised and devised a plan to your lies, and ties are out now.
'Cause is out of the question... goodbye.
So father I'm rid of. Oh, where do you go hiding love?
And you quite neglectful of your son who never had enough?
I really had enough. I never had enough.
You me how to use, and you taught me to abuse.
I refuse, yeah; I to be a cold-hearted FUCk like you.
Well pick and choose, always lose sir.
Know one son than two.
Deny me, oh, my father. I've been refused. always be defective to you...