Luyện nghe bài hát Box City

Once was a promise

A promise to me

That if I keep working
a future with my hands
My dream come to be

Was punctual, met

Then suddenly
If the system keeps me

I'm going back to the box

If is a virtue
I am a saint

Beaurocracy in
Sir

going to have to wait

It a buck to make a buck

And those none I guess are fucked

So we were really free

This winter is me
I'm trapped out in box city