Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Song

It's like up the pieces is a daily chore
Thinking of your time card a habit
rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore
Fuck it all, they can it
And now I'm like a gun again
Like a plague of locusts sent
Just a ball of with a death perception
I won't sweat the definition of

They said "better safe sorry" and "look out for #1"
I heard "only the cards your shown"
Fuck what say
It doesn't anyway
Only in grave are you alone

Like grown men staring with boy's eyes
And speaking with conviction
These people demand a pulitzer prize
For various of fiction

"Judge a by it's cover"
And "keep one eye on back"
I heard "only play the your shown"
I say what they say
It doesn't anyway
Only in your are you alone

So many people with so to show
Rotting away in own little holes
One can wonder why
I'll my home
But know that I'm not
Only are "along for the ride"
In of the size Of the world that's right outside
Please don't waste it to hide