Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Sage

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

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

Attack of the eagles. If they don't dead
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't 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 die for a cause than to die just because
we exhaust resources 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 guarantee they will with time.
outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is wasted. You were born execution style.

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

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

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

so-called president got elected in a court room.
With the war of pops he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the of war assume
the revolution stopped. This a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the are back. They're up to no good 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 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 their fuckin' decays."

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

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

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

Force the issues in the back of your head where roll.
Brain yourself out of that mind control.
Or act a fool like told.
But we see no type of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.

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

Faking progress...but we advanced
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 shedding light in their shadow box to it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over 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."

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

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

Sell hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no 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 can't hold you without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on 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 shopping for your next meal,
'cause we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. up to no good just like 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 turn to over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking decays."