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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trench coat Mafiosos rocks
at officers and rebel against cops
they hurdle infinite 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 are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They dead 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 stand their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait their fuckin' skin decays."

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

I got you. If they don't 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 bed...and house that wasn't haunted.

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

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

This 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,
an ever-elusive caveman
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?
got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm light 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 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 this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't dead
they 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...

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

Sell your hopes for a homeland chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no pure in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who left home.
Tensions have grown into a red zone.

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

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

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. up to no good just like the old days.
They dead 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 skin decays."