Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Hour Week

Do you ever get the feeling that never get ahead
Working for a slave wage and your life is dead
Does it ever your mind, does your life feel incomplete
When you're like a dog in the 40 hour week

And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you keep up the pace
When the paycheck and the bills are due
You're gonna fall right on your

And you (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout)
But you're and you'll never get out
Take me anywhere but here
Take me I need to get away

Do you ever why, why your life has passed you by
a slave to the code, working 9 to 5
The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the
You're no american dream, the american slave

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day in to day out, from one weekend to the next
You put uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you
Pack your lunch, head for the routine, just to find yourself
Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them nothing,
But a money cog, built to fuel the corporate greed
Of the corporate slobs, whose pocket books
Are lined me and you, just a working class song
the red, white, black, and blue

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