Luyện nghe bài hát Piss Factory

Sixteen and to pay off
I get this job in a piss factory inspecting
Forty hours, thirty-six dollars a
But a paycheck, Jack

So hot in here, hot Sahara
You faint from the heat
But bitches are just too lame to understand
Too goddamned grateful to get job

To know getting screwed up the ass
All these women, got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way suck hot sausage
But me, well, I wasn't too much neither

I was school girl, hard-working asshole
I figured I was speedo
I had to earn my dough, had to my dough

But no, you gotta, you gotta relate,
You gotta the rhythm within
Floor boss up to me and he says
"Hey sister, you're just movin' too
You're up the quota
doin' your piece work too fast"

"Now you get off your mustang,
You ain't goin' nowhere, you goin' nowhere"
I back, I get my nerve up, I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot shit Dot and I say

"Hey, hey sister, it don't whether I do labor fast or slow
There's more labor after
real Catholic, see, she fingers her cross and she says
There is one reason, is one reason"

"You do it my way or I your face in
We you in the John
If you don't get off your get off mustang, Sally
If you don't shake it up, baby, it up, baby"

and shout, oh what I could will a radio here
James Brown singing 'I Someone'
Or the Jesters and the Paragons and Georgie
The guy with the goods and Guided

But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no
here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster
Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's
All those nurses, all those nuns 'round
With bloom hoods like cats in mourning

Oh to me, they, you
To me they look pretty damn down there
Down there, not having to those smooth
Not having to smooth those against hot steel

Not to worry about the in-speed
The dogma of of labor
Oh then they put damn free down
The way smell, the way they smell
And I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat
I would rather smell the way boys

Oh, those schoolboys, way legs flap
Under the in the study hall
That rising roses and ammonia
And way their droop like lilacs

Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid
But no, I gotta, I gotta put lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel, me the wheel
Oh, the in-speed-o, motion inspection is drivin' me insane

In steel to Dot Hook, oh, we may look the same
Shoulder to shoulder 110 degrees
But I will never faint, I will faint
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will faint

I refuse to lose, I to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony got to me
Every afternoon the last one
Every afternoon a rerun next to Dot Hook

And yeah, we the same
Both pumpin' steel, both
But you know she got nothin' to
And I got something to hide here desire

I got something to hide called desire
And I will get out of
You know the fiery potion is just to come
In my nose is the of sugar

And I got nothin' to hide here, desire
And I'm gonna go, I'm get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on train
And I'm gonna go on that and go to New York City

I'm gonna be
I'm getting, gonna get on that
Go to New York

I'm gonna be so big, I'm gonna be a big and I will never return
return, no, never return, to burn at this piss factory
And I travel light, oh, watch me now