Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

Deliver the paper the porn
Deliver the baker deliver the
A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin'

Of sunshine and good times I have to pass
On the way to my job on the way to my
On the way to slobberin' hoverin' jerk

Who's my today? Who's my boss to stay?
Who's my supervisor I'm in my grave?
A slave on the run still the gun
Of Attila the Hun with a bun

I know son, was there somethin' I missed
I don't think Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis is this
If you listen close you can the piss

Every day's another loss the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they by the mile
Every looks ahead ah the kiddies must be fed
So they along in single file

Joo boo haa ooo

And you turn and you toil and you burn and you
In the tourniquet coil of the folks' soil
Spoilin' a malaise worse than disses or dope
Wakin' up in a haze with your and hopes
And your poor little all wrapped up in burlap

That you around for a sniff or a snack
Or a taste in your haste to get back on track
Outta with the pack but acquiring the knack
Of ignoring the that quietly seethes
The hustle, the the air that you breathe

Every day's another loss need the pay so the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the
worker looks ahead ah the kiddies must be fed
So they along in single file

Joo boo haa ooo