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 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

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I write till my fingers like a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring yourself your flowers now in biz
Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on go kids
Everybody get together a study buddy
And talk about the fuck 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 hold onto what hope is
If I didn't have it I would ask you where the 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 own shit
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 thinking that I'm 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
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my

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Work until I'm black and black and yellow, worker bee
I work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
Burgundy, work until I earn that mahogany
Honestly, can't you tell I'm working, don't bother 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 soon you
I will build a bridge above you, or I'll tunnel 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 fucking
I put in hour hour let's be crystal clear
I'm gonna get if it takes a day or fifty years
I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking punch a
Even the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
'Cause waiting work, and praying may not come through
And hoping doesn't work. So I be the one to (work)

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