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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This so-called president got elected in a 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 are back. They're up to no good just 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 their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

Thumb through novels to have fingerprints match,
The description of criminals committing innocent
of compassion for civilians crawling with pistols,
While we fire million warning missals.

the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll.
Brain wash out of that mind control.
Or act a fool like told.
But we won't see no type of '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 anthem of a nation who faces the music,
Chasing an caveman
in ships that 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 prefer the entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding in their shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. up to no good 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 are back. It's our turn to stand 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 fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck we're 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 catharses of carcasses threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that 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 who never left home.
Tensions grown into a 24/7 red zone.

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

So drag torso back to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next meal,
'cause when we 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 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 their fucking skin decays."