Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Hour Week

Do you ever get the feeling that you'll get ahead
Working for a slave wage and your social life is
Does it ever cross your mind, does your life incomplete
When you're running like a dog in the 40 week

And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can't keep up the
When the comes and the bills are due
You're fall right on your face

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

Do you wonder 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 in the grave
You're no american dream, the american slave

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From day in to day out, 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 you're nothing,
But a money making cog, built to fuel the greed
Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket
Are lined with me and you, a working class song
About the red, white, black, and

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