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

 One,  Three!
 
 ...And the time when the  of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you 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 save 
 How low can you 
 Talk a lot  game, but yet you don't know.
 Static on the way make us  say 'whoa'!
 The people up top push the people down 
 Get down!
 And obey  word!
 Steady,  in line, if you haven't yet heard.
 Wanna take what I got? Don't be 
 Don't fight the power,  gets hurt.
 If you haven't  yet then I'm lettin' you know
 There ain't shit we don't run when the guns 
 And nobody make a move, 'less my  say so.
 Got  under control,
 Now everybody 
 
 Feel alone!  blow!
 We the animals  control!
 Hear  now, clear and sure!
 Wretches and kings,  come for you!
 
 So  face
 How slow can you 
 Talk a lot o' shit and  you don't know!
 Fire on the way, make you  say 'whoa!'
  people up top and the people down low get down!
 And I'm  it like that!
 The front of the attack  exactly where I'm at:
 Somewhere in between the kick and  high hat,
 The pen and contract, the pitch  the contact,
 So get  the combat!
 I'm lettin' them know there ain't shit you  say to make me back down low,
 So push the button and the whole thing 
 Spinnin' everything  control,
 Now everybody 
 
 Feel alone! Final 
 We the  take control!
 
 Hear  now, clear and sure!
 Wretches and kings,  come for you!
 
 Still alone!  blow!
 Filthy Animals,  them low!
 Still alone, black  blue,
 No more the sun shall beat down for 
 
 From the front to 
  the side to side
  you feel what I feel
 Put them  real high
 
 Front  back
 And the side to 
 If you feel  I feel
 Put them up real 
 
 Front to 
 And the  to side
 If you feel what I 
 Put them  real high
 
 Front to 
 And the  to side
 If you feel  I feel
  them up real high
 
  to back
 And the  to side
 If  feel what I feel
  them up real high
 
  to back
 And the  to side
 If you feel what  feel
  them up real high!
 
 when the  of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you 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! 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!