Luyện nghe bài hát Not Another Day

She the bus at 5:06
That's in the AM for all you little kids.
And a 45 minute trip
If she aint in by 6, she'll catch pink-slip.
And that's 3, and that FIRED,
A coffee thermice in the to help her keep wired.
The day-care where she the baby off,
thank God it's on the same as the bus-stop.

By 5:30, halfway there,
And the back's hurtin' from the buses plastic chair.
"Live to work, to live, to work, to live."
She's gotta feed the kid and it all she's got to give.
Plus she's tryin'a catch a overtime,
If she stays 'til 4 she be home by 5.
Shuts her for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones loud to drown out
But the old song:

(Chorus)
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not day of the same old song.
Whoa, not another day.

Seems nobody even knew his name huh?
If he disappeared would even see the blank spot?
The only kids who might are the ones who push him up and down the hallways and in the lunch rooms.
he looks at his bruises,
He wants to come to school with a gun like those kids on the did.
Nah man, they deserve to die,
And he's the type of kid that couldn't a fly.
I you get used to the life,
that's why he refuses to cry.
it on the chin,
it in stride,
What dosn't break you just makes you right?

So he by himself on the school bus,
that today he wouldn't have to put his dukes up.
But just like any other they come to fuck off with his comfort can't wait for summer.
It's the same old

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not day of the same old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.

Woke up at the of dawn when the city's blood-line starts to waste along.
The generator on those public buses is enough to bust you out of any daydream your in.
I guess that's the chance you takin' you camp out infront of that transfer station.
And this town got no answers to chase man, that's why he always near the transportation.
Pan-handling, transient freedom. Transplant not this region.
But when the wind starts to whisper its lips he knows enough to it up and dip out before the winter hits.

Childhood dreams washed the gutter
Both gone, no sisters, no brothers.
memories, strong paranoia,
While the same song in his head
over and over and over and it goes:

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the same old cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not day of the same old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day...