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 the glove, question evidence displayed.

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

Attack of the eagles. If don't fall dead
before they reach me, 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 that wasn't haunted.

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

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

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

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

Trench coat propel rocks
at recruitment and rebel against cops
'Til they hurdle 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 veterans of war
the revolution stopped. This ain't a tune.

"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 stand their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

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

Force the issues in the back of 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 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 of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an ever-elusive
in space 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 prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their 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 are back. It's 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 fall
Before they me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head.
what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a bed...

There's scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my tongue to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that register on stethoscopes.

Sell your for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's in the heart.
Preventive detention for the folks who never home.
have grown into 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 down having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, and chains on ankles don't match.

So drag your torso to the off road.
We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't the wardrobe.
Go window for your next free meal,
when 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.
played 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 to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their skin decays."