Luyện nghe bài hát 9-5ers Anthem

[Aesop

Shit... Vanessa, what time is it? aw, ... Labor.

Zoom in to the fuming of an breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated
Half the patients themselves prior to Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that it breathe
They Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve to lesson
swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, stubborness
Martyrs talks causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on, I've thrown Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants
They tried to fuck his woman while he inside
Well they're merely chasing emblems
When the clock strikes
be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players
For the of it
Under a dusted angel Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking
We got babies, stamps, and briefcase parts
We on door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn
For pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can baby fat
Make the biter bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped
Make a move, pause, make a move cannon
barrel 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on it's never been
It's bleeding
It's than a breadbox
It my leaky finance
take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of
To watch a lemmings plummet just because
The one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little marks
I tend to my average
Just another savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my hand
every dog has its day
At point, I'll pull it away

Now we the American working
Hate the fact that hours a day
Is wasted on the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our
But we hate jobs in
don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working
Hate the nine-to-five day-out
we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the
That it makes us if it sounds dope

Rock]
It's the year of the
Everything I built burned
Let's display the purpose that stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the germ
to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the
Saddle up on high
My torch forced embarrassed
Shackle up the by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new
I just hope my matches
It's the of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get men some water
out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't have to
And can sit and soak the idiotbox to fuck their daughters
Man it's the of the Orphan
Seated to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the
Cockroach utter specimen
Your response, dreaming of your of kin
I'm still dealing this mess I'm in
I've been the object of ridicule
You've a bitch lieutenant
God the year of the underpaid employee
forty plus a week
And trying to earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'ma let you you won
EVERYBODY!

We the working population
Hate the that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of that isn't us
And we may not hate our
But we hate in general
don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American population
the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting
By being paid to perfect the
That we have harbored based on the fact
That it makes us smile if it dope

Rock]
Fumble outta bed and to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of and
and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the
Pour a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my is a mess and
If I make it home today, God bless