Luyện nghe bài hát Borrowed Time

I'm not in product or in name
But I've got no true I can speak of
You can make your own distinctions but it's all the fucking
It's servitude for someone else's
And I dream I'm gonna give'em the old ho!
And my every turns to overthrow (Let's go!)
And I strive to bite the that's feeding me at last
And carry on the of the working class
When I'm dead on my or shackled to the beat
I'm always looking back over my
make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat
A fate that fits me an oak box
The long hard days of monotony
The foreman looking down, so
I'll curse the fucking hours I know they're not for me
But for now I'll carry on on time