Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Your Clock

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

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

I what you desire
I deny you to think
I am the mirror, constant
That follows and shadows you you go

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

Always feel like you're always
Always feel like you're always
And more scolding and punishment

Do not
Do not
Do not fall
Wings are flapping right you

You know what's coming
As I swoop down like a owl
And sink my into your back
And drag you back to square one

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

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

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

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

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

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 you in front of the entire class
And dragged you the room by the hair

This is what happens to and girls
Whose penmanship is
Be like the others
orders

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

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

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

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

Bad
Bad
Homeless
Mental hospitals,

on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit
Why do people so many useless toys
In search of the perfect baby

For just 19.95 and thirteen minutes out of your busy day
You could have the rich experience of parenthood
the mess of the real thing

It's Video Baby
Creative Programming Incorporated
Offering all of the
And of the commitment

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

Peek in the wrong
I it on your fingers
Go back, adventure is not
Go back, not

I you exhausted
and afraid
Never bounty
enough nerve

To out for something better
Than the grind you call life

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

Briefcase in
rains down just out of reach
You'll out soon enough
all part of the plan

When you're no longer
You can retire
To the glue factory of choice
at last to scratch your head
Wondering what

how time flew
Right you
Free at last to wonder happened
Free at last, I bid you

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