Luyện nghe bài hát The D-a-d In Dead

I've empty on the inside,
thinking in weights and measures and biased opinion.
The that I have been, sickly and dying.
You denied assignment,
Your now a "has been".
You have been a friend.
No, you could been a husband to the women you used and lied to.
I to be you. I despised you, cried for you. I held it all inside for you.
I nearly died for you.
I didn't to be denied,
I'll side with myself time.
My pride, no more a fleeting issue. When I that I missed you, I lied. I never knew you.
face in mine, a grown man. You knew my face like the back of your hand.
My face only knew demands. My face only knew hands.
At sir. I'll call you sir.
That's your name I concur.
You're not a man, you're a coward. You're not a man, a coward.
own child, you're empowered.
You'd raise your and I'd cower.
I've been robbed, 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 be like you. I'd rather fucking die.
You never wanted me: a son inferior. Your "perfect" genes.
But all along this came you.
You're flawed too, and through.
I never really could recite all the right words in order to express myself towards seeing you, and you, and being you.
Through meaningless sex and on myself and my health never meant anything but hell.
I denied my "wealth" in of being alive and seeing that 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 nights series of cynical lullabies.
I've improvised and a plan to summarize your lies, and ties are out now.
compromise is out of the question... goodbye.
So father that I'm rid of. Oh, where do you go hiding
And aren't you quite of your son who never had enough?
I really had enough. I never 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 and choose, you'll always lose sir.
Know one son better two.
Deny me, oh, my father. been refused. I'll always be defective to you...