Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Bobby

AUTHOR: Francis

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

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

of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its head.
Fuck what force 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 natural resources forced into wars,
restoring wasteful ways, other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I what those fucking monkeys saw.

Keep rethinking the in your mind,
and guarantee they change with time.
outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is wasted. You were born execution style.

Head first in a trial. 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 right costume to make his father smile

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

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

This so-called president got elected in a room.
With the war efforts of he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the of war assume
the stopped. This ain't a protest tune.

"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 time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

You can't roam a lost 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 don't fall 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 that haunted.

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

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

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

Faking progress...but we ain't
to change the posture of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but they the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. up to no good just like the old days.
They 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 until their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

Sell your hopes for a homeland chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never home.
Tensions have grown into a red zone.

Scare tactics...have got you control,
The fear 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 ankles match.

So drag your back to the off road.
We may have lost the battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next meal,
'cause when we start the 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. 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 fucking decays."