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

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

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

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall
before they reach me, I'll be 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 that wasn't haunted.

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

Keep rethinking the still-frames in mind,
and guarantee they will with time.
outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is wasted. You were born execution style.

Head first in a trial. second the motion
'Til the bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
The volatile. A naked problem child
is trying to find the right clown costume to his father smile

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

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

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

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our 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 roam a lost land as the existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass in these times of war,
replacing with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
two pterodactyls with one fossil.

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

Thumb through to have your fingerprints match,
The description of criminals innocent acts
of for tired civilians crawling with pistols,
While we million dollar warning missals.

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

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

Faking progress...but we advanced
to change the posture of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in 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 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 this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their skin decays."

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

There's nothing than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my frozen to bed posts.
The of carcasses whenever threats are close,
a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.

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

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

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

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. up to no good 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 are back. It's our turn to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking skin decays."