Luyện nghe bài hát Moral of the Story

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

1]
I write till my fingers look a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in biz
Focus it's Quiet come on let's go kids
Everybody get together a study buddy
And then talk the fuck that I don't give
Because it's so big and
But a lotta don't live, they don't ever get a motive
If you got a goal you gotta hold onto what 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 until my cootie flow's the grossest
Don't be so pissed just be focused on your own
'Cause we
not my biness, I go for number one, not a top five finish
You can a chicken pot pie
But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have can of Popeye's spinach
I'm Rottweiler, pop my when I pop my fur
You're on my nerves, but mark my
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my

2]
Work until I'm black and black and yellow, worker bee
I just work until I'm black and blue and
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich
Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch bother me
Show modesty, if you're watching me
A bitch is anybody in my way not misogyny
But if yer blockin' me I soon 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 your fucking
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 punch a dragon
Even with the Himalayas in my way it's gonna
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come
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