Luyện nghe bài hát White Collar Holler

WHITE HOLLER
Well, I rise up morning at a quarter to eight
woman who's my wife tells me not to be late
I the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names
And after week, it's always the same
And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it
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
cross-correlate and break for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, and screen
Program, printout, regress to the
Then home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same when I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over hills an eagle in flight
Someday I'm gonna up all the buttons and things
I'll punch that time clock it can't ring
up my necktie and set myself free
Cause gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.

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