Luyện nghe bài hát Moral of the Story

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

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I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of
You gotta yourself your flowers 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 fuck that I give
Because it's so big and
But a people don't live, they don't ever get a motive
If you got a you gotta hold onto what hope is
If I didn't have it I would ask you the rope is
Work is my church and so the the closest
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the
Don't be so pissed just be on your own shit
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You're not my biness, I go for number one, not a top 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 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 and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I just work until I'm and blue and burgundy
Burgundy, until I earn that rich mahogany
Honestly, can't you I'm working, bitch don't 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 above you, or I'll tunnel you
I will eat you and you and I'll feed you to the flowers
If I need to I'll go through you and your fucking powers
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal
I'm gonna get there if it takes a day or years
I'll fingerbang my fears, I'll fucking a dragon
Even the Himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
'Cause waiting doesn't work, and 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