Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Work

I knew what i wanted to pursue as a kid.
Finishing yr 12 the world looked than it ever did before,
Its in my forhead.
I wasnt ready to be off on this walk, yeah.
Out on the doorstep, as as a war vet,
Force fed single page of the employment section.
Only my rap, and i dont mean rap like the back of a
McDonadls ya burgers, nah.
And i mean rap like Iraqi women under their burquas.
No in life,
Was only at sport and drinking like boonie on a flight
from uk, new day, new dollar.
Refuse to follow other blue collar.
Just to break the mould.
Like maradonna all on to reach my goal, ha ha.
But the key hole was with gum.
I was to for the kid with the silver tongue.
I had to run for a day
But in order to do spun shit on my resumè.
Was the sole of lemonade,
Taught at jenny craig and yoda how to levatate.
And it still generate shit,
Unemployed and already to quit. Woah

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

Arrive 5 late and theyre on my back,
Trying to me the axe like a lumberjack.
Youre lucky that im in, up a beginner sweater.
Cause if im the minimum the minum youre getting. Too right.
In bed never for my alarm. Ahh shit.
im not a farmer.
Its too early, hit snooze thirty times
i get up, its like waking the dead up.
Need a chin up, im fed up a broker.
Feel im on the wrong track like a in formular 1,
You can call it a hunch but i dont think ill last here more a month.
Hey that?
Lunch is the part of the day
And half an hour isnt even part of my pay.
I need a to follow the cake, i need to break free.
Im a to the wage every week.

I wanna work,
I wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I wanna work,
I dont wanna 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.

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

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

I wanna work.