Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Work

I never what i wanted to pursue as a kid.
Finishing yr 12 the world looked bigger it ever did before,
Its in my forhead.
I ready to be sent off on this walk, yeah.
Out on the doorstep, as as a war vet,
Force fed every single of the employment section.
Only direction my rap, and i dont rap like the back of a
McDonadls ya burgers, nah.
And i dont rap like Iraqi women under their burquas.
No in life,
Was only good at sport and drinking like on a flight
from uk, new day, new dollar.
Refuse to follow every other collar.
Just to break the mould.
Like maradonna all hands on to my goal, ha ha.
But the key hole was with gum.
I was to come for the kid with the tongue.
I had to run for a day
But in order to do spun shit on my resumè.
Was the sole of lemonade,
Taught yoga at jenny craig and how to levatate.
And it still didn't shit,
Unemployed and already to quit. Woah

I dont work,
I dont work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I dont wanna for the rest of my life, woah.
I dont work,
I dont wanna for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I wanna work,
I wanna work for the rest of my life.

5 minutes late and theyre on my back,
Trying to me the axe like a lumberjack.
Youre that im in, knocking up a beginner sweater.
Cause if im the minimum the minum youre getting. Too right.
In bed ready for my alarm. Ahh shit.
im not a farmer.
Its too early, hit snooze thirty times
Before i get up, its like the dead up.
a chin up, im fed up being a broker.
Feel im on the wrong track like a in formular 1,
You can call it a but i dont think ill last here more than a month.
Hey that?
Lunch is the part of the day
And that an hour isnt even part of my pay.
I need a to follow the cake, i need to break free.
Im a slave to the wage week.

I wanna work,
I dont wanna for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I wanna work for the rest of my life, woah.
I wanna work,
I dont work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I dont work,
I wanna work for the rest of my life.

Thinking like a buisiness man his cut backs.
Youd hes edward sissorhands and hed subtract
The heart, the soul, it with the dark, the cold
And the robotic parts that him together.
Never better for the girls that get their in, ladies.
Its not what you put what you put out.
And if youre good at job its an extra,
Nothing sells than sex does.
No tea break, you cheapskate,
No paid or sickleave or days off. What?
If you take youre laid off.
being a slave to adolf
I dont work.

We work, we earn, we die.
Its 9 till 5.
We while watching the clock,
We work till our hearts will stop.
We work, we earn, we die.
Its slaving 9 5.
We work while the clock,
We till our hearts will stop.

I wanna work.