Luyện nghe bài hát The Masters Are Back (Non-Prophets)

By the time the rotted off of their antennas,
they questioning who the real threat is.
Big love is the 21rst Century's plague.
no how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed.

Don't forget two plus two equals.
Don't let them upgrade your math no what they have as proof of evil.
Remember when they went the Jewish people?
You don't recognize same black mask as see through?

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall
before they me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I wanted
was a warm bed and a house that haunted.

I'd rather die for a cause to die just because
we exhaust natural forced into wars,
restoring wasteful ways, keeping countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I what those fucking monkeys saw.

Keep the still-frames in your mind,
and guarantee they will change time.
Your outline is pixelated poor resolution while
downtime is simply wasted. You were execution style.

Head first in a trial. I'll second the
the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A naked problem
is trying to find the right clown costume to make his smile

So he while he tries to tell jokes.
ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke?
You're in the line of fire where buy and sell votes.
Our of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, that's why the bell broke.

Trench Mafiosos propel rocks
at recruitment officers and against cops
'Til hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks.
upon turtle 'til they're all shell shocked.

This president got elected in a court room.
With the war of pops he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the of war assume
the stopped. This ain't a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

You can't a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no ass kickings in these times of war,
apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two pterodactyls one fossil.

I got you. If they don't fall
Before they me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald head.
Fuck we're force fed. All I ever wanted,
Was a warm bed...and house that haunted.

through novels to have your fingerprints match,
The description of criminals committing acts
of compassion for tired civilians crawling pistols,
While we fire million dollar missals.

Force the issues in the back of your head where roll.
Brain wash yourself out of mind control.
Or act a fool you're told.
But we won't see no of justice 'til that bitch removes the blindfold.

ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
I'll never sing the of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive
in space ships that makes trips to the that are name-brand.

Faking progress...but we advanced
Enough to change the of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but they prefer the entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding in their shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait their fuckin' skin decays."

of the eagles. If they don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever
was a bed...

There's scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my tongue to bed posts.
The of carcasses whenever threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that doesn't on stethoscopes.

Sell hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the who never left home.
Tensions have into a 24/7 red zone.

tactics...have got you under control,
The fear factors of a color code. The uppers
They can't hold you down without anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on don't match.

So drag your torso to the off road.
We may have lost the battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window for your next free meal,
'cause when we start the revolution all probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just the old days.
They played dead you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to over their grave.
I'm a do it right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."