Luyện nghe bài hát White Collar Holler

WHITE COLLAR
Well, I rise up every morning at a to eight
Some woman who's my wife me not to be late
I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their
And week after week, always the same
And it's Ho, boys, can't you it, and program it right
ever happens in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the line
Then it's code in the data, give the keyboard a
Then cross-correlate and break for some
Correlate, tabulate, and screen
Program, printout, to the mean
Then home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my at ten-fifty-three
I dream the dream when I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over like an eagle in flight
I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things
I'll punch that clock till it can't ring
up my necktie and set myself free
Cause no'one's fold, bend or mutilate me.

Written by Nigel Russell and to the city of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the - Live, Fogarty's
Music, FCM-002
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