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 is the 21rst Century's plague.
no matter how bloody the glove, evidence displayed.

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

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

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

Keep rethinking the in your mind,
and guarantee they will change time.
outline is pixelated with poor resolution while
downtime is wasted. You were born execution style.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got you. If they don't fall
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in bald head.
what we're 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 for tired civilians crawling with pistols,
While we fire million dollar missals.

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

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

Faking progress...but we advanced
Enough to the posture of our ape stance?
got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry.
Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in shadow box to make it empty.

"Hey, Bobby...the are back. They're up to no good just like the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They 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 until their fuckin' skin decays."

Attack of the eagles. If don't fall dead
Before they reach me, I'll be damned if I shoot one in its bald head.
Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever
was a bed...

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

your hopes for a homeland security chart,
'Til your sense of self is broke and no pure 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 hold you down 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 battle but we lost the wardrobe.
Go window shopping for your next meal,
'cause when we start the all you'll probably do is steal.

"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no good just the old days.
They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood 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 fucking decays."