Luyện nghe bài hát This World

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

We believe in but the truth,
The authority has got it figured out,
nascent ruins just the billboards prop,
Of product placement we no doubt.

A little to good to be true just enough to be believed,
The landscaped conspiracy of 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 always how to bleed,
And the shoppers shelves stocked with desires,
It becomes so to forget what to need.

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

We in everything but the truth,
The authority figure has got it out,
How to keep the bandwidth of in check,
that come with their own dogma of doubt.

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