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 kids goodbye, I remember their names
And week after week, always the same
And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it
Nothing ever in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the line
Then it's in the data, give the keyboard a punch
Then and break for some lunch
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 same dream I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in
Someday I'm give up all the buttons and things
punch that time clock till it can't ring
Burn up my necktie and set myself
no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.

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