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

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

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

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

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

Keep rethinking the still-frames in mind,
and guarantee they will with time.
Your is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is simply wasted. You born execution 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 clown costume to make his smile

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

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

This so-called president got elected in a room.
With the war efforts of he inherited a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war
the revolution stopped. This a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just 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. It's our turn to stand over 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 existing dinosaur.
There's no ass kickings in these times of war,
replacing apples hospitals...where doctors are hostile,
two pterodactyls with one fossil.

I got you. If don't fall dead
Before they reach me, 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 have your match,
The of criminals committing innocent acts
of for tired civilians crawling with pistols,
we fire million dollar warning missals.

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

This ain't a "Love it or 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 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. 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 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 fuckin' decays."

Attack of the eagles. If they don't fall
Before they me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're 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,
Shows a heartlessness doesn't register on stethoscopes.

Sell your hopes for a security chart,
'Til sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart.
detention 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 color code. The 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 the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next meal,
when we start 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 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 over grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait their fucking skin decays."