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 love is the 21rst Century's plague.
no matter how the glove, question evidence displayed.

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

Attack of the eagles. If they fall dead
before they reach me, I'll be 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 exhaust natural resources forced wars,
restoring wasteful ways, keeping other poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking saw.

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

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

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

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

so-called president got elected 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 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 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 time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

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

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

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

Faking progress...but we advanced
Enough to change the 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. 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. 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 don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever
was a bed...

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

Sell your hopes for a homeland chart,
'Til sense 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.

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

So drag your back to the off road.
We may lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next 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 you stood over their 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 fucking skin decays."