Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

By the time the flags off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the Century's plague.
no how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed.

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

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall
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 wanted
was a warm bed and a house wasn't haunted.

I'd die for a cause than to die just because
we natural resources forced into wars,
restoring wasteful ways, keeping countries poor.
"Monkey see, do" I wonder what 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 born execution style.

Head first in a trial. I'll second the
'Til the jury's bored to death and puts your in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A 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 alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the of fire where they buy and sell votes.
Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, that's why the broke.

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

This so-called president got in a court room.
With the war 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. up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you 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 wait their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

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

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

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

Faking progress...but we advanced
Enough to the posture of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but they prefer the entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box to 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. 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."

Attack of the eagles. If 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 fed. All I ever wanted
was a bed...

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

Sell hopes for a homeland security chart,
your sense of self is broke and no man's 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 code. The uppers know
They can't hold you down without having 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 lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your free meal,
'cause we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

"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 stood 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."