Luyện nghe bài hát Borrowed Time

I'm not theirs in product or in
But I've got no discretion I can speak of
You can your own distinctions but it's all the fucking same
It's servitude for else's sake
And I dream I'm gonna the old heave ho!
And my thought turns to overthrow (Let's go!)
And I strive to bite the that's feeding me at last
And carry on the banner of the working
When I'm dead on my feet or shackled to the
I'm looking back over my shoulder
make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat
A fate that fits me an oak box
The hard days of dead monotony
The foreman down, so paternal
I'll the fucking hours cause I know they're not for me
But for now I'll carry on on borrowed