Luyện nghe bài hát The D-a-d In Dead

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