Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

By the time the flags rotted off of antennas,
they were questioning who the threat is.
Big love 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 what they have as proof of evil.
Remember when they went after the Jewish
You don't recognize that black mask as see through?

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

I'd die for a cause than to die just because
we exhaust natural forced into wars,
wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder those fucking monkeys saw.

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

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

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

coat Mafiosos propel rocks
at recruitment officers and rebel cops
they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks.
Turtle upon turtle 'til 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 of war assume
the stopped. This ain't a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just the old days.
They played dead when you stood their grave, Bobby. They played dead 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 this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

You can't roam a lost land as the last dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass kickings in these of war,
apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two with one fossil.

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

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

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

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

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

"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 dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their skin decays."

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

There's nothing scarier the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever are close,
Shows a heartlessness that register on stethoscopes.

Sell your for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who left home.
Tensions have grown a 24/7 red zone.

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

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

"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 dead when you over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."