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

By the time the flags off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the Century's plague.
no matter how bloody the glove, question displayed.

Don't forget two plus two equals.
Don't let upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil.
Remember when they went the Jewish people?
You don't recognize that 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.
what we're force fed. All I ever wanted
was a warm bed and a that wasn't haunted.

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

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

Head first in a trial. second the motion
the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion.
The situation's volatile. A naked problem
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, you smell the smoke?
You're in the of fire where they buy and sell votes.
Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid, why the bell broke.

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

This so-called president got elected in a room.
With the war efforts of pops he a fortune.
We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war
the revolution stopped. ain't a protest tune.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over grave.
"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It's our turn to stand their grave.
I'm a do it right time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays."

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

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

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

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

This ain't a "Love it or leave it," it's a "Change it or it."
I'll sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music,
Chasing an caveman
in space ships that makes trips to the 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 but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box to it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no just 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 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 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 bed...

There's nothing scarier than the human stories I ghosts,
accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses threats are close,
Shows a heartlessness that register on stethoscopes.

Sell your hopes for a homeland chart,
'Til sense of self is broke and no man's 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 fear factors of a code. The uppers know
can't hold you down without having anchors attached.
"It's all the same." Nah, balls and chains on 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 for your next free meal,
'cause we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.

"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 to stand over their grave.
I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a until their fucking skin decays."