Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

By the time the rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real is.
Big Brotherly is the 21rst Century's plague.
no matter how bloody the glove, question displayed.

Don't forget two plus two equals.
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what have as proof of evil.
Remember they went after the Jewish people?
You don't recognize same black mask as see through?

Attack of the eagles. If they don't dead
they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever
was a warm bed and a that wasn't haunted.

I'd rather die for a cause than to die because
we exhaust natural resources into wars,
restoring wasteful ways, other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those monkeys saw.

Keep rethinking the still-frames in mind,
and they will change with time.
Your outline is pixelated with poor while
downtime is simply wasted. You were execution style.

first in a trial. I'll second the motion
'Til the jury's bored to death and your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A naked child
is trying to find the clown costume to make his father smile

So he bombs while he tries to jokes.
This ain't a false alarm, can't you the smoke?
You're in the line of where they buy and sell votes.
Our sense of liberty ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke.

Trench coat Mafiosos rocks
at recruitment officers and rebel against
'Til they hurdle infinite in small cell blocks.
Turtle turtle 'til they're all shell shocked.

This so-called president got in a court room.
the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war
the revolution stopped. ain't a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

You roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no ass kickings in these times of war,
apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two with one fossil.

I got you. If they fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't one in it's bald head.
Fuck we're force fed. All I ever wanted,
Was a warm bed...and that wasn't haunted.

Thumb through novels to have fingerprints match,
The description of criminals innocent acts
of compassion for civilians crawling with pistols,
While we fire dollar warning missals.

Force the in the back of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash out of that mind control.
Or act a fool like told.
But we won't see no of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.

This ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or it."
I'll sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music,
an ever-elusive caveman
in space that makes trips to the futures that are name-brand.

Faking progress...but we ain't
to change the posture of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but they the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm light in their shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until fuckin' skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its head.
Fuck we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a bed...

nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of whenever threats are close,
a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell your hopes for a homeland chart,
'Til your sense of self is and no man's pure in the heart.
detention for the folks who never left home.
Tensions have grown into a red zone.

Scare tactics...have got you control,
The fear of a color code. The uppers know
They hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and on ankles don't match.

So drag your torso to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't the wardrobe.
Go window for your next free meal,
'cause when we start the all you'll probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good like the old days.
played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a until their fucking skin decays."