Luyện nghe bài hát Moral of the Story

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

1]
I write my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
You gotta bring your flowers now in show biz
Focus it's Quiet Coyote come on go kids
Everybody get together with a study
And then talk about the fuck I don't give
it's so big and explosive
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 would ask you the rope is
is my church and so the studio's the closest
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the
Don't be so just be focused on your own shit
'Cause we
You're not my biness, I go for one, not a top five finish
You can a chicken pot pie
But I'm thinking I'm gonna have another can of Popeye's spinach
I'm Rottweiler, pop my when I pop my fur
on my nerves, but mark my words
Gotta put a leg up and then mark my

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

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