Luyện nghe bài hát Work

Andy was a
The ethic ran through his
He alone with his mother
gossip and toys

Every Sunday when he to Church
He'd kneel in his pew and say
It's work all that matters is

He was a lot of
What I remember the he'd say
I've got to bring home the
Someone's got to home the roast

get to the factory early
If ask him
He'd have you straight out
work

No matter what I did it seemed enough
He said I was lazy, I I was young
He said, "How songs did you write"
I'd zero, I'd lied and said, "Ten"

You won't be young
You have written fifteen
It's

You ought to make big
like it that way
And the with the dirty words
Make sure your record them way

liked to stir up trouble
He was funny way
He said, "It's work"

Andy sat to talk one day
He said, "Decide what you
Do you to expand your parameters
Or museums like some dilettante"

I him on the spot, he got red and he called me a rat
It was the worst that he could think of
And I've never seen him that, it's work
I he said it's just work

Andy a lot of things
I stored them all in my head
when I can't decide what I should do
I think what would Andy have

He'd probably say, "You think too
That's 'cause there's work you don't want to do"
It's work, the most important thing is
It's work, the most important is work