Luyện nghe bài hát Moral of the Story

And the moral of the is
And the moral of the is
(Work!) till arms fall off
Till your abs get hard and your bone's all
(Just WORK!) till your hands go
And they cramp and the fans in the stands go

1]
I write till my fingers look a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring your flowers now in show biz
Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go
Everybody get together a study buddy
And then talk about the that I don't give
Because so big and explosive
But a people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto hope is
If I didn't have it I ask you where the rope is
Work is my church and so the the closest
I it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest
Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own
we Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top finish
You can have a pot pie
But I'm that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach
I'm Rottweiler, pop my collar I pop my fur
You're on my nerves, but my words
put a leg up and then mark my turf

2]
Work I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
Burgundy, work until I earn rich mahogany
Honestly, can't you I'm working, bitch don't bother me
some modesty, if you're watching me
A bitch is in my way it's not misogyny
But if yer blockin' me I will soon you
I will build a bridge above you, or tunnel underneath you
I eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
If I need to I'll go through you and absorb your powers
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty
I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a
Even the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not through
And doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)

And maybe you might see me in a glossy photo
No weirdo's the bells as hard as me since Quasimodo