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 upgrade your math no matter they have as proof of evil.
Remember when they went after the people?
You don't recognize that same black 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 force fed. All I wanted
was a warm bed and a house that haunted.

I'd rather die for a cause 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 the still-frames in your mind,
and guarantee they will with time.
Your outline is pixelated with poor while
downtime is simply wasted. You born execution style.

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

So he bombs he tries to tell jokes.
This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the
You're in the 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 recruitment officers and rebel cops
'Til they hurdle circles in small cell blocks.
Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shocked.

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

"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 stand over grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait 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 pterodactyls one fossil.

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

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

Force the issues in the back of your where eyes roll.
Brain wash yourself out of that control.
Or act a fool you're told.
But we won't see no of justice 'til that 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 nation who faces the music,
Chasing an caveman
in space ships that makes trips to the futures 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 are back. They're up to no good just 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 their grave.
I'm a do it this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

your hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's in the heart.
detention 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 uppers
They hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, and chains on ankles 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 shopping for your next free meal,
when we start 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 played dead 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 until their skin decays."