Luyện nghe bài hát Moral of the Story

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

1]
I till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring yourself your now in show biz
Focus it's Quiet come on let's go kids
Everybody get with a study buddy
And then talk about the that I don't give
it's so big and explosive
But a lotta people don't live, they don't ever get a
If you got a you gotta hold onto what hope is
If I didn't have it I ask you where the rope is
is my church and so the studio's the closest
I spit it sick until my cootie the grossest
Don't be so pissed just be on your own shit
we Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five
You can a chicken pot pie
But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's
I'm Rottweiler, pop my when I pop my fur
on my nerves, but mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and mark my turf

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

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