Luyện nghe bài hát White Collar Holler

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

Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live,
Cove Music,
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