Luyện nghe bài hát This World

I suppose you have to blame the on the architecture,
And the architect the burden of the build,
There's no use trying to 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 of justice to some next world savior,
You for the greater good of the lesser man,
It's just a scheme to make you believe it's the plan.

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

A little to good to be true good 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,
Turn you not to servile but happy little pawns,
They keep your memory stocked with the of bibles,
So you can remember how to bleed,
And the shoppers shelves stocked divine desires,
It so easy to forget what to need.

that sound more like sound bites sound,
A system that like 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,
dumb shows to t.v. the troops,
God junkie'd politic no dumber dupes,
Victims and 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 the bandwidth of freedom in check,
Conclusions that come 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 enough to figure just what to do the figure of what it may mean,
Must a man of the people be an 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 the earth unless we contest the will.