Luyện nghe bài hát Borrowed Time

I'm not theirs in or in name
But got no true discretion I can speak of
You can make your own distinctions but all the fucking same
servitude for someone else's sake
And I dream I'm gonna the old heave ho!
And my every turns to overthrow (Let's go!)
And I strive to bite the hand that's feeding me at
And carry on the banner of the working
When I'm dead on my or shackled to the beat
I'm always looking over my shoulder
They me paranoid and relegate me to defeat
A fate fits me like an oak box
The long hard days of dead
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 time