Luyện nghe bài hát This World

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

We in everything but the truth,
The authority figure has got it out,
These nascent just the billboards 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 a job is so dear you'll work for next to nothing,
Turn you not to servile slaves but little pawns,
They keep your memory stocked with the of bibles,
So you can always how to bleed,
And the shoppers shelves with divine desires,
It becomes so easy to what to need.

Opinions that sound more like bites sound,
A system feels like it has run aground,
So geared to engine can't tell the lost from the found,
Our maps are flatter than the world is round,
Meaningless shows to t.v. the troops,
God junkie'd no dumber than dupes,
and killers and first born 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 their own of doubt.

This world is not a of the united states of Amythica,
We still don't see the big picture on an eighty inch screen,
But so much easier to fit in when you fit in,
Hard enough to figure just what to do without the figure of 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 earth we contest the will.