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

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

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

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

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

Keep rethinking the in your mind,
and guarantee they change with time.
Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution
downtime is simply wasted. You were born style.

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

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

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

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

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

You roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur.
There's no escaping ass kickings in times of war,
replacing with hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
Killing two with one fossil.

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

Thumb through novels to your fingerprints match,
The description of criminals innocent acts
of compassion for tired crawling with 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 like told.
But we won't see no type of justice 'til that removes the blindfold.

This a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
I'll sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music,
an ever-elusive caveman
in space ships makes trips to the futures that are name-brand.

Faking progress...but we ain't
Enough to change the of our ape stance?
They've got the key to the city but they the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good like the old days.
They played when 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 this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' 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 my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The of carcasses whenever threats are close,
a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is and no man's pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who 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
can't hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles match.

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

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