Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

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

forget what two plus two equals.
Don't let upgrade your math no matter 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 fall dead
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what force 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 resources forced wars,
wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder those fucking monkeys saw.

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

Head first in a trial. second the motion
the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A naked problem
is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father

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

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

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

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead 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 a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass kickings in times of war,
apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two pterodactyls one fossil.

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

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

Force the issues in the back of your head eyes roll.
Brain yourself out of that mind control.
Or act a fool you're told.
But we see no type 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 never sing the of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive
in space ships that makes trips to the that are name-brand.

Faking progress...but we ain't
Enough to change the posture of our ape
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 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 stand over grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait their fuckin' skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall
Before they reach me, be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever
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 doesn't register on stethoscopes.

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

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

So your torso back to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for next free meal,
'cause 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 bastards are back. It's our turn to stand their grave.
I'm a do it right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."