Luyện nghe bài hát Work Everyday

Damn, man. Im broker an old VCR, man. I need a job. Are they hiring at your
I got a stack of red bills at my house. It looks like Valentines Day at the crib. My
Kids are eating leftovers, man. I cant fool them no more. Its job time
Got to every day
Got to every day
My God theres got to be more to than this
got to be a bigger reason that I exist
Work to eat to earn my
To somewhere to sleep and spend the weekend buying shit
Dont economists to know I need pot to piss
politics man I aint got time to think
What I got to set for my retirement
Cop a double shift pay somebody to watch the
of all this but cant take an off day
Doctors I cant swing the co pay
Trapped in a luck just to get work
They celebrate every week gets hurt
Greed could leave well enough alone
They keep on squeezing we bleed from every bone
And well strive hard and about the rent
Probably still die poor and in debt without a but
I guess Ill carry my ass down to the county and see what theyre about. But
You know they treat you like you shot somebody just you need a little help
Youre my you aint never been down on your luck
Never tried to them ends meet but just got stuck
Never slaved at a gig a bum with a cup
Added all your pennies up and you still aint had
And the jobs full up they aint
Im surviving not enough to get by with
Hunger is a problem stomach steady growling
People getting shot in my
Study go to college is what them hollering
Too many road in the way its not an option
To say that its impossible I would be
But you aint got a chance if youre not up in top ten
A couple got a scholarship but I am not
Aint got the skills to pay the bills so my are thin
So until I cop a gig and my hardship
Fixing to line my self up at your office again
And I to be accepted as the man that I am
and appreciatively Maam
God damn you must be out of mind
Do you see this Tea Party stuff, man? Them people broke their damn self. Are
stressing heres the question
How they get drinking tea in a recession
Its how absurd is this
How are so many poor people
A pro I put it in the good music
A con artist jobs to make you stupid
Lookie Ill teach you how to look trough it
thing you need to know every con got a hook to it
They you with a little wealth
Say you have some of these crumbs for yourself
If the government doesnt make us help else
You a red sign on your foreclosed house
Make you think youre taking back your
they turn it over to a major corporation
Those companies took the overseas
And you handed them the out your pocket for free
staring in the sky with dollar signs for eyes
The blind right wing of a bird that fly
Just a peacock with a out gut
Whos too fat to fly so his ass just but
Theyre so minded weve been blinded
Looking for an honest job and find it
They got a job bill we got a bill
If we dont pay ours our is quite real