Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

By the time the flags rotted off of antennas,
they questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst plague.
no how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed.

Don't what 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 fall dead
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're fed. All I ever wanted
was a bed and a house that wasn't haunted.

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

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

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

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

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

This so-called president got elected in a room.
the war efforts 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 Masters are back. They're up to no good like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. our turn 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 land as the last existing dinosaur.
no escaping ass kickings in these times of war,
replacing apples hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two with one fossil.

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

Thumb novels to have your fingerprints match,
The description of criminals innocent acts
of compassion for tired civilians crawling 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 won't see no type of justice 'til that bitch the blindfold.

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

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

"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 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 this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
Before 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 bed...

There's nothing scarier than the 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 your hopes for a security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never home.
Tensions have grown a 24/7 red zone.

Scare tactics...have got you control,
The fear factors of a color code. The uppers
They can't hold you down without 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 battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go shopping for your next free meal,
'cause when we start the revolution all 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 to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."