Luyện nghe bài hát Moral of the Story

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

1]
I write till my fingers look like a of roses
You gotta bring yourself flowers now in show biz
Focus it's Quiet Coyote on let's go kids
Everybody get together with a buddy
And then talk about the fuck I don't give
it's 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 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 spit it sick until my cootie the grossest
Don't be so pissed be focused on your own shit
we Supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit
You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top finish
You can a chicken pot pie
But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of spinach
I'm Rottweiler, pop my collar I pop my fur
on my nerves, but mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and then my turf

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

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