Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

it's burning and it's burning, burning,
a inside that i just don't believe
some it anger, some say frustration
but i i call this big greed
this the circus has left without us
and we run away
the french is the now,
hey that's great

i woke up in hawthorne,
i took ocean down to the fairground to see
so that i drown in the waves of the haircuts
spin and jumps
i got my bottled water and my nachos,
it came in under bucks
i got this bad taste in the of my mouth
my time on the back of a bus

this summer vacation, it's cheap and it's
ideals are intact, it's the best we can do
this time you turn into your own
not sell outs but economies

(whoo!)

these thieves, these thieves in their flip-flops and bro
are the very we do what we do
when i say fuck the man, what i believe
no who that man happens to be.
no matter who man happens to be.

this kevin or one, it all seems the same
the avenues, fix all the gains
maybe they'll buy everything that you
but i'm these fences,
rolling fast that hill...

for your tale
fucker!