Luyện nghe bài hát This World

I suppose you have to the view 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 clock all your work pointless labour,
You commute all hope of justice to some world savior,
You sacrifice for the greater good of the man,
It's really just a scheme to you believe it's the plan.

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

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

Opinions sound more like sound bites sound,
A system that like it has run aground,
So geared to engine can't tell the lost from the found,
Our maps are still flatter the world is round,
Meaningless dumb to t.v. the troops,
God politic no dumber than dupes,
Victims and killers and born lobby groups,
Lawyers that broken laws jump thru hoops.

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

This world is not a province of the united 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 people be an of the state,
to fight the fight 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 unless we contest the will.