Luyện nghe bài hát Not Another Day

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

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

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

Seems like nobody even knew his huh?
If he disappeared would they even see the spot?
The only kids who might notice are the who push him up and down the hallways and in the lunch rooms.
Sometimes he at his bruises,
He wants to to school with a gun like those kids on the news 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,
Maybe that's why he to cry.
it on the chin,
it in stride,
What dosn't break you just you stronger right?

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

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

Woke up at the break of when the city's blood-line starts to waste along.
The generator on those public buses is enough to you out of any daydream your stuck in.
I guess that's the you takin' when 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. not from this region.
But when the wind starts to whisper its lips he knows to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits.

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

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