Luyện nghe bài hát Down On Freestreet

Down on
Buried six feet
In a one
Carefully locked town

Where no one comes around
There ain't nothing to be found
An eye for one eye, for pound
Blown up yet minimal, up by criminal hands

And to the republic, sick
For it stands

There's a man on row
Reaping fruits that someone has sown
And a prime time appearance on a television

You know, the sheep are ridden disease
And I'm on bending knees
The spreading oh, so fast
The remedy never last
The die's been and the deadline's past

There's a beholder
But no one her, why
wrapped up in plastic
Conveniently lies

I got my on
It's playing same old stupid song
Over and for much too long
I've got to that damn thing down

I've got to that damn thing down
I've got to turn that damn down
I've got to turn that damn down

I've got to turn that damn thing
got to turn that damn thing down
I've got to turn that damn down
I've got to turn damn thing

Turn damn thing
Turn damn thing
that damn thing down