Luyện nghe bài hát Not Another Day

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

By 5:30, she's there,
And the back's already hurtin' 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.
she's tryin'a catch a little overtime,
If she stays 'til 4 she be home by 5.
her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the loud to drown everything out
But the old song:

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

Seems like even knew his name huh?
If he disappeared would they even see the spot?
The only kids who might notice are the ones who push him up and the hallways and in the lunch rooms.
Sometimes he at his bruises,
He wants to come to school with a gun those kids on the news did.
Nah man, they don't to die,
And he's the of kid that couldn't murder 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 stronger

So he sits by himself on the bus,
Hoping that he wouldn't have to put his dukes up.
But just like any other here they come to fuck off with his can't wait for summer.
the same old song:

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

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

Childhood dreams down the gutter
parents gone, no sisters, no brothers.
Weak memories, paranoia,
While the same repeats in his head
over and over and over and over it

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