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

By the time the flags rotted off of antennas,
they questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the Century's plague.
no matter how bloody the glove, question displayed.

forget what two plus two equals.
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what they have as 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 fall dead
they reach 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 than to die because
we natural resources forced into wars,
wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead 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 their fuckin' decays."

You can't roam a lost land as the last 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 dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in bald head.
what we're force fed. All I ever wanted,
Was a warm bed...and house that haunted.

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

Force the issues in the of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash yourself out of that control.
Or act a fool you're told.
But we won't see no type of justice 'til 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,
an ever-elusive caveman
in space ships that 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 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 good like the old days.
They played dead when you stood their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a until their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

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

tactics...have got you under control,
The fear of a color code. The uppers know
They can't hold you down without having 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 fashion but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next 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 just the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood 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 until their fucking skin decays."