Luyện nghe bài hát 9 to 5 at the Morgue

9 to 5 At The Morgue.
Within the white walls,
9 to 5
Day day
I no more alive,
Than the stiff that lies the table me.
Wake up too to twist the key.
on over to the Mr. Coffee.
Pour myself a black existence.
Wee 9 to 5.
Within the white walls,
9 to 5
Day day
I feel so inside.
Like the stiff lies the table before me.
Wake up too early to the key.
Stumble on to the Mr. Coffee.
myself a warm black existence.
9 to 5 at the morgue,
for the corpse.
by the hum of the freezer.
Hypnotised by the look in eyes.
by the pallid cadaver.
Hypnotised by the look in eyes.
9 to 5.
The truth is than you think.
It the that fills the sink.
Or the wrinkles around eyes,
Until old and hypnotised.
9 to 5.
Die and die.
Die and flies.
Die and die.
Die and flies.
This day is never to end for me.
The end is closer you think.
So pour another drink.
And don let it get to you,
?os that exactly it will do.
9 to 5.
Die and die.
Die and flies.
Die and die.
Die and flies.
Wake up too early to the key.
on over to the Mr. Coffee.
Pour a warm black existence.
9 to 5 at the morgue,
for the corpse.
by the hum of the freezer.
Hypnotised by the look in eyes.
Hypnotised by the cadaver.
Hypnotised by the look in eyes.
Stitch his lips and his eyes.
9 to 5 at the morgue.