Luyện nghe bài hát Work Everyday

Damn, man. Im broker than an old VCR, man. I need a job. Are they hiring at
Job? I got a stack of red at my house. It looks like Valentines Day at the crib. My
Kids are eating left-over leftovers, man. I cant them no more. Its job time
Got to work day
Got to work day
My God theres got to be more to life than
got to be a bigger reason that I exist
Work to eat to earn my
To ensure to sleep and spend the weekend buying shit
Dont need economists to know I need pot to
Follow politics man I aint got time to
What I got to set for my retirement
Cop a double shift pay to watch the kids
Sick of all this but cant an off day
office I cant swing the co pay
Trapped in a luck just to get work
They celebrate every week nobody hurt
Greed could never leave well alone
They keep on till we bleed from every bone
And well hard and stress about the rent
Probably still die poor and in debt a cent but
I guess Ill carry my ass down to the county and see what theyre about. But
You know they treat you you shot somebody just because you need a little help
Youre telling my you aint been down on your luck
Never tried to make them ends meet but got stuck
slaved at a gig like a bum with a cup
Added all pennies up and you still aint had enough
And the full up they aint hiring
Im surviving not enough to get by with
Hunger is a problem stomach steady growling
People getting in my environment
Study go to is what them people hollering
Too many blocks in the way its not an option
To say that its impossible I be lying
But you got a chance if youre not up in that top ten
A got a scholarship but I am not them
Aint got the skills to pay the so my pockets are thin
So until I cop a gig and my hardship
Fixing to line my self up at your welfare office
And I to be accepted as the man that I am
Respectfully and appreciatively
God damn you must be out of mind
Do you see this Tea stuff, man? Them people look broke their damn self. Are
People stressing heres the
How they get people tea in a recession
Its deception how absurd is
How are so many poor people
A pro I put it in the good music
A con artist jobs to make you stupid
here Ill teach you how to look trough it
First thing you need to know con got a hook to it
They seduce you with a little
Say you could have some of these for yourself
If the government make us help anyone else
You stuck a red sign on your foreclosed
Make you youre taking back your nation
Then they turn it to a major corporation
Those companies the jobs overseas
And you handed them the wallet out pocket for free
Youre in the sky with dollar signs for eyes
The right wing of a bird that cant fly
Just a peacock with a out gut
Whos too fat to fly so his ass strut but
Theyre so criminal minded been blinded
Looking for an honest job and cant it
They got a job bill we got a bill
If we dont pay our life is quite real