Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

I am your
I am religion
I am your shotgun bride
Nothing is without my approval

I own you, I own you
I decide how long you
And how much
You are allowed

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

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

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

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

You what's coming next
As I swoop like a hungry owl
And sink my talons into your
And drag you to square one again

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

Give up, over
Give up, over
No time allowed to try something you
The bills were all due

You've failed, through
You've failed, you're

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

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

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

I am the teacher who yelled at you
For not attention
And shamed you in front of the class
And dragged you the room by the hair

This is what to boys and girls
Whose penmanship is
Be neat the others
orders

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

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

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

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

Bad
Bad
Homeless
Mental hospitals,

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

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

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

I am your calendar, is no escape
I am why you're so afraid to respect
I led you garden path after path
With carrots on a
I'll let you taste but never

Peek in the door
I slam it on fingers
Go back, is not allowed
Go back, not

I leave you
Henpecked and
Never enough
enough nerve

To out for something better
Than the grind you call your

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

Briefcase in
Money rains just out of reach
You'll burn out soon
It's all of the plan

When you're no useful
You can finally
To the glue factory of your
at last to scratch your head
Wondering happened

Find how time
past you
Free at to wonder what happened
Free at last, I bid you

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