Luyện nghe bài hát This World

I suppose you to blame the view on the architecture,
And the architect the burden of the build,
There's no use trying to any sense into what you see,
Dystopian dogma is all vision will yield,
plays by the time clock all your work just pointless labour,
You all hope of justice to some next world savior,
You sacrifice for the greater of the lesser man,
It's really just a scheme to make you believe the plan.

We in everything but the truth,
The figure has got it figured out,
These ruins just the billboards prop,
Of product placement we no doubt.

A little to good to be just good enough to be believed,
The conspiracy of suburban lawns,
And to you feel a job is so dear you'll work for next to nothing,
you not to servile slaves but happy little pawns,
They keep memory stocked with the blood of bibles,
So you can remember how to bleed,
And the shoppers shelves stocked with desires,
It so easy to forget what to need.

Opinions that sound more like sound sound,
A system that like it has run aground,
So geared to this engine tell the lost from the found,
Our maps are still flatter than the is round,
dumb shows to t.v. the troops,
God junkie'd politic no than dupes,
Victims and killers and first lobby groups,
Lawyers that make broken jump thru hoops.

We believe in but the truth,
The authority has got it figured out,
How to keep the of freedom in check,
Conclusions that come with own dogma of doubt.

This world is not a of the united states of Amythica,
We still don't see the big picture even on an inch screen,
But so much easier to fit in when you fit in,
Hard enough to just what to do without the figure of what it may mean,
Must a man of the be an enemy of the state,
Willing to fight the fight and to eat the kill,
What is the price we pay to pay price and who keeps the change,
We not inherit the earth unless we contest the will.