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 trip
If she aint in by 6, catch another pink-slip.
And that's 3, and means FIRED,
A coffee thermice in the purse to help her wired.
The day-care where she drops the off,
God it's on the same block as the bus-stop.

By 5:30, halfway there,
And the back's already hurtin' from the buses 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 catch a little overtime,
If she stays 4 she could be home by 5.
Shuts her for the rest of the route,
And the head-phones loud to drown everything out
But the same old

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

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

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

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

Woke up at the break of dawn when the city's starts to waste along.
The generator on those public buses is enough to bust you out of any 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 sleeps near the transportation.
Pan-handling, transient freedom. not from this region.
But when the wind starts to whisper its lips he knows enough to pack it up and dip out the winter hits.

Childhood dreams washed the gutter
parents gone, no sisters, no brothers.
Weak memories, paranoia,
While the same song repeats in his
over and and over and over it goes:

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