Luyện nghe bài hát R. U. Experienced

through hallucinations
now every ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined
intellectuals seduced nations
founded loose lock
evaluate friends, foreigners, concentrate to
penetrate, reduce our time, elminate to
yell out, utlize, realize,
essentails, fundamentals
attantion to all nation youth, our struggle
trust no one, maintain, and tell truth, end
war, and terror
invidual clever to often rule you
whether love, loathe
behold enslavement, united retaliation so
fear in God hold true, to
thoroughly handing
destyruction, elimination, the humiliation

we'll all rise to inform masses,
encounter extreme passages, enter return insideeternal
encouraging survival

fughting original underground hit their
weakest two hundred
sentinels, infiltrate levels effectively not
warning automatic preparation, override negative systems
and new
under battle, lost inside mystery, intaining nuclear actions
lethal combat overdoses so
involved that civilians assist, never trippin' after
ecery casualty mental position, let elite take eventual
control owning nation to only love
of expansion, retalation
to higher elevation, old revelation, lingering dication

we'll all rise to masses, engage
encounter extreme passages, enter insideeternal neglect
cycles encouraging

battle underground leaving the defenses
all numb and on restless
grounds adolescent negligent
zero years of underdeveloped
races street technique, raises enemy
authorities run
mazes in elite space and places
evidence pages all establishment
traces order in
away kingdoms, endless
anti-civilian
overthrowing national assassins

guaranted actions the nation's
securities tensions, badges, uniforms and stations
inject vaccinations of armies unauthorized
to hide or rewrite institutional treaties in every
die no

To be or not to be? is the question;
whether tis nobler in the to suffer
the and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or by everything.
To die, to to sleep, a chance to dream.
Ay, there's the rub, in sleep of death
what dreams may when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil, must us pause:
there's the that makes calamity of so long a life
for who would the whups and scorns of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the man's contumely,
the pangs of love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office that patient the unworthy takes
he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin
who fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that dread of something death
the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller
Is the throne empty... Is the dead... The country unpossessed.
What heir of is there alive but we
and who is king of great Yorkshire
so that he may your king, I fear
I will not you sir, off with his head
so for Buckingham.