Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Hour Week

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

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

And you scream (and you scream) and you (and you shout)
But stuck and you'll never get out
Take me away but here
Take me away I 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 fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave
You're no american dream, you're the slave

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From day in to day out, from one weekend to the
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 the corporate greed
Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket
Are lined with me and you, just a working song
About the red, white, black, and

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