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 trying to stare any sense into you see,
Dystopian dogma is all your vision yield,
plays by the time clock all your work just pointless labour,
You commute all hope of justice to next world savior,
You sacrifice for the good of the lesser man,
It's really a scheme to make you believe it's the plan.

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

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

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

We in everything but the truth,
The authority figure has got it out,
How to the bandwidth of freedom in check,
that come 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 much to fit in when you fit in,
enough to figure 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 this price and who the change,
We will not inherit the earth we contest the will.