Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am your
I am your shotgun mechanical
is done without my approval

I own you, I own you
I decide how you sleep
And how much
You are ever

I decide you desire
I you time to think
I am the mirror, humiliation
follows and shadows you wherever you go

And out the light
At the end of tunnel you try
Be on
Be on

Always feel like always late
Always feel you're always late
And need more and punishment

Do not
Do not
Do not behind
are flapping right behind you

You know what's coming
As I down like a hungry owl
And sink my talons into back
And drag you back to one again

The pain a little worse every time
Crash, crumple, crash,
Do not pass go, do not
Your dignity and your respect

Give up, it's
Give up, it's
No time allowed to try something you
The bills all due yesterday

You've failed, through
You've failed, through

First we form our then they form us
We up as someone else every day
Gingerbread houses, surprises
What tastes the witches won't let you have

These having a baby
Is like having a BMW used to be
While they're
Play these new age

To transmit messages
I like mom, I school
I like to study, I like

I am the school who yelled at you
For not paying
And shamed you in front of the class
And dragged you around the room by the

This is happens to boys and girls
Whose is messy
Be neat the others
Follow

what is put in front of you
Imagination is the sin
You can't be creative the rest of life
Your counselor a word with you

If you liked school, you'll work
yourself to a job you'll hate
Get a hobby but it in the garage
Shove into a slot

Despise ideas your boss knows best
We can't all do we want to do
Always settle for what told to expect
Do not take chances you might

And you don't to find out the hard way
How our treats
The
The ones who make

Bad
Bad
depression
Mental hospitals,

on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the
Why do people chase so useless toys
In of the perfect baby sitter?

For just 19.95 and just thirteen minutes out of busy day
You could have the full experience of parenthood
Without the mess of the thing

It's called Baby
From Creative Programming
Offering all of the
And none of the

I am your calendar, there is no
I am why you're so to respect yourself
I led you down garden after path
carrots on a stick
I'll let you taste but never

in the wrong door
I it on your fingers
Go back, is not allowed
Go back, not

I you exhausted
Henpecked and
enough bounty
Never enough

To reach out for better
Than the grind you call your

The hatch of your hamster cage is
But guess who waits just the door
Stay on treadmill
Keep running on that wheel

Briefcase in
Money rains down out of reach
burn out soon enough
It's all of the plan

When you're no useful
You can retire
To the glue factory of choice
Free at to scratch your head
what happened

Find how flew
past you
Free at last to what happened
at last, I bid you goodbye

On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die
On your own, to to die