Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Wanna Work

I knew what i wanted to pursue as a kid.
Finishing yr 12 the looked bigger than 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 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 dont mean rap like Iraqi under their burquas.
No in life,
Was only at sport and drinking like boonie on a flight
Back uk, new day, new dollar.
to follow every other blue collar.
Just wanted to the mould.
Like maradonna all hands on to my goal, ha ha.
But the key hole was filled gum.
I was to come for the kid the silver tongue.
I had to run for a day
But in order to do that shit on my resumè.
Was the inventor of lemonade,
Taught yoga at craig and yoda how to levatate.
And it still generate shit,
Unemployed and already ready to quit.

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

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

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

Thinking a buisiness man with his cut backs.
Youd think hes edward sissorhands and hed
The heart, the soul, replace it the dark, the cold
And the robotic parts hold him together.
Never better for the girls that get their in, ladies.
Its not what you put what you put out.
And if youre at your job its an extra,
Nothing better than sex does.
No tea break, you cheapskate,
No paid holidays or or days 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 hearts stop. Woahh
We work, we earn, we die.
Its slaving 9 5.
We while watching the clock,
We till our hearts will stop.

I dont work.