Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he bombs while he to tell jokes.
This a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the line of fire they 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
'Til they hurdle infinite circles in small blocks.
Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shocked.

This so-called president got in a court room.
With the war efforts of he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war
the revolution stopped. This ain't a 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 stood over 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 until 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 pterodactyls one fossil.

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

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

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

This a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
I'll never sing the anthem of a nation who faces the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive
in space ships that makes to the futures that 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 prefer the 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. 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 until their fuckin' skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't dead
Before they 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 with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever are close,
Shows a heartlessness that register on stethoscopes.

your hopes for a homeland 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 a 24/7 red zone.

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

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

"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 turn to stand their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait their fucking skin decays."