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

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

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

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.
what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed and a that wasn't haunted.

I'd die for a cause than to die just because
we exhaust natural forced into 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 change with time.
Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution
downtime is simply wasted. You were born style.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Force the issues in the back of your head 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 that bitch the blindfold.

This ain't a "Love it or it," it's a "Change it or lose it."
I'll never sing the anthem of a nation who never the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive
in space ships that makes to the futures that are name-brand.

progress...but we ain't advanced
Enough to 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 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 until their fuckin' decays."

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

There's nothing scarier than the human stories I ghosts,
accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever are close,
a heartlessness that 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 for the folks who never left home.
Tensions have grown a 24/7 red zone.

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

So drag your back 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 when we the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just 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 over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fucking decays."