🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Wretches And Kings - Linkin Park

 One,  Three!
 
 ...And the time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,  can't even passively take part, then you've got to put your bodies upon the gears, upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus and you've got to make it stop!
 
 To  face
 How low can you 
 Talk a lot o'  but yet you don't know.
 Static  the way make us all say 'whoa'!
  people up top push the people down low
 Get down!
 And obey every 
 Steady, get  line, if you haven't yet heard.
 Wanna take what I  Don't be absurd!
 Don't fight the  nobody gets hurt.
 If you haven't heard yet then I'm lettin'  know
 There ain't shit we don't run  the guns unload
 And nobody make  move, 'less my people say so.
 Got everything under 
  everybody go!
 
 Feel alone!  blow!
 We the animals  control!
 Hear us now, clear and 
 Wretches and kings,  come for you!
 
 So  face
 How slow can you 
 Talk a lot o' shit and yet  don't know!
 Fire on the way, make you all  'whoa!'
 The  up top and the people down low get down!
 And  runnin' it like that!
 The  of the attack is exactly where I'm at:
 Somewhere in between  kick and the high hat,
 The pen  contract, the pitch and the contact,
 So get with the 
 I'm lettin' them know there ain't shit  can say to make me back down low,
 So push the button and  whole thing blows,
 Spinnin' everything  control,
 Now everybody 
 
 Feel alone!  blow!
  the animals take control!
 
 Hear us now, clear  sure!
 Wretches and kings, we come for 
 
 Still  Fire blow!
 Filthy Animals,  them low!
 Still alone, black  blue,
  more the sun shall beat down for you!
 
 From the  to back
  the side to side
  you feel what I feel
 Put them up real 
 
 Front  back
 And the side to 
 If  feel what I feel
  them up real high
 
  to back
 And the  to side
 If  feel what I feel
 Put them up real 
 
 Front to 
  the side to side
 If you feel what  feel
 Put  up real high
 
 Front to 
 And  side to side
 If you feel what  feel
 Put them up real 
 
 Front  back
 And the side  side
 If  feel what I feel
 Put them up real 
 
 when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take  then you've got to put your bodies upon the gears, upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus and you've got to make it stop! And you've got to win the game to the people runnin! To the people ownin'! And unless you're free, the machine won't be prevented from working at all!