Luyện nghe bài hát 9-5ers Anthem

[Aesop

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

Zoom in to the fuming of an breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated
Half the waste themselves prior to Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression, infections
And twelve steps to
Cretins tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
Martyrs talks causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And so on, I've thrown long Hail Mary
Toward Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist
the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene players
For the of it
Under a dusted angel heartstring Big is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase
We on door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn
For copper pennies for one "Gimme that"
So we can baby fat
Make the biter bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped
Make a move, pause, make a break cannon
barrel 1-8-0, U-turn, squeeze end it
It's on like it's been
bleeding well
It's than a breadbox
It corrodes my leaky
take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings just because
The one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing little question marks
I to underestimate my average
another bastard savage
Someday all eat out of my cold hand
'cause dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it

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

Rock]
It's the year of the
I built burned yesterday
Let's the purpose that these stilts serve
the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the
Saddle up on horse
My torch Polaris embarrassed
up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new
I just my legacy matches
the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some
They're out there slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck 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 to murder at the first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the of the waterbug
Cockroach thug specimen
response, dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing this mess I'm in
I've the object of your ridicule
You've been a lieutenant
God it's the year of the employee
Spitting plus a week
And trying to rape on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself enough
So you can run run run
And let you think you won
EVERYBODY!

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

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