Luyện nghe bài hát White Collar Holler

WHITE COLLAR
Well, I rise up every morning at a to eight
Some woman my wife tells me not to be late
I the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names
And week after week, always the same
And it's Ho, boys, you code it, and program it right
Nothing ever in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox
Then it's in the data, give the keyboard a punch
Then cross-correlate and for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, and screen
Program, printout, regress to the
it's 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 hills like an eagle in flight
Someday I'm give up all the buttons and things
I'll punch that time till it can't ring
Burn up my and set myself free
Cause gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.

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