Luyện nghe bài hát This World

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

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

A little to good to be true good enough to be believed,
The landscaped conspiracy of lawns,
And to make you a job is so dear you'll work for next to nothing,
you not to servile slaves but happy little pawns,
They keep your stocked with the blood of bibles,
So you can always how to bleed,
And the shoppers shelves with divine desires,
It becomes so easy to forget to need.

Opinions that more like sound bites sound,
A system that feels it has run aground,
So geared to this engine can't tell the from the found,
Our are still flatter than the world is round,
Meaningless shows to t.v. the troops,
God junkie'd politic no dumber dupes,
Victims and killers and first born groups,
Lawyers that make broken laws 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 with their 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 it's so easier to fit in when you fit in,
Hard to figure 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 and ready to eat the kill,
What is the price we pay to pay price and who keeps the change,
We will not inherit the earth we contest the will.