Luyện nghe bài hát Bored of Education

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Dear of Education
So are we, huh, so are we
At no point in the lives that we actually do we sit in rows and listen to pontifications
At no point did momma pass exams out on how to wash the dishes, no
She pulled the stool up next to her, at the sink, us a dishrag, like
"Watch how does it, now you try."
by doing, such a crazy idea, it might work
Them stools felt like a magical into an alter universe
Into the world
Informational portholes, wormholes, other places
Where were equals, being made privy to information only those with
Driver's licenses and hair had
Who we were learning, no clue Pops was teaching us time management
And budgeting, miniature project
He said, "Imma show you how to do these chores. And if they're done I get home
Then that allowance is yours. Maybe some ice involved too."
Remember when we were in kindergarten, and you had to learn about worms, yeah, you went
And you played with worms, a [novel] idea!
Dear of Education!, huh, so are we

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Dear Bored of Education, all I've learned from your system is that it's the system
That you set up. And if I just repeat you just said, in James Schafer method
Then I passed, right? You're just my ability to regurgitate
And if your best instructors are miserable, I'm pretty sure it's not the kids'
This pain I know first hand, the grand learning moments, the innovative plans
That causes eyes to sparkle as if them students have just caught on shooting stars
These lessons have wings, only to get clipped, to fit, into the Low-Res JPEG. you
"The State Standards." Why do you insist this is the industrial age?
My child is not a widget. And a should not be an assembly line. Making my daughter's
Diploma equivalent to an inspected by 2235
Bored of Education, so are we

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Dear Bored of Education, there's not a Scantron on the planet can measure inspiration
This is what our teachers pass on matters
But you'd rather do a jig to the tune of an AYP score
As to losing WASC right?
NCLB got us shockin' and jivin', but you can't measure a kid their
to a Quincenera or a soccer game, or waiting rooms at free clinics
I can name ten kids off hand who would still be in handcuffs if it for Mr. Singer
Nick Luvanno his own design firm. And he failed the exit exams twice. FAILED
Dear Board of Education, I mean, can we not Google when the Magna Carta was
If your brightest stars are always dim, must be wrong with your glasses
If every place on your body that you touch hurts, then fingers must be broken
You are PhD.'s, you have five at the end of your names, you're the people that know
A lot, how you're not smart enough to know that you don't know what you don't know?
Did anyone ever suggest, maybe, we should test the test?
Bored of Education, my dear Bored of Education, so are we
So are we