Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Sage

By the time the flags rotted off of antennas,
they were who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly is the 21rst Century's plague.
no matter how the glove, question evidence displayed.

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

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 force fed. All I ever
was a warm bed and a that wasn't haunted.

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

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

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

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

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

This 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 just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead 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 roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass kickings in these of war,
apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two with one fossil.

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

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

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

ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
I'll never sing the of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive
in space ships that trips 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 but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding in their shadow 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. 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 right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what force fed. All I ever wanted
was a bed...

There's scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever are close,
Shows a that doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell your for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's in the heart.
Preventive detention for the 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
They can't hold you down having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles match.

So drag your back to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we lost the wardrobe.
Go window for your next free meal,
'cause when we the revolution all you'll 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 over their grave, Bobby. They 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 their fucking skin decays."