Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Sage

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

Don't what two plus two equals.
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what 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 don't dead
before they reach me, be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed and a that wasn't haunted.

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

Keep rethinking the still-frames in mind,
and guarantee will change with time.
Your outline is pixelated poor resolution while
downtime is simply wasted. You were execution style.

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

So he bombs he tries 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 doesn't ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke.

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

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

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just the old days.
played dead when you stood 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 until fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

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

Force the issues in the of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash yourself out of that control.
Or act a fool you're told.
But we won't see no type of justice 'til 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,
an ever-elusive caveman
in space ships that makes trips to the that are name-brand.

progress...but we ain't advanced
Enough to the posture of our ape stance?
got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in 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 good just the old days.
They played dead you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't 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 scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever are close,
a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive for the folks who never left home.
Tensions grown into a 24/7 red zone.

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

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

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