Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

Deliver the paper deliver the
Deliver the baker the morn
A quiverin' shiverin' mass

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

Who's my boss Who's my boss to stay?
Who's my when I'm in my grave?
A slave on the run under the gun
Of the Hun with a cinnamon bun

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

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

Joo boo haa ooo

And you turn and you toil and you and you boil
In the tourniquet coil of the white folks'
Spoilin' with a malaise worse disses or dope
Wakin' up in a with your wishes and hopes
And your poor little dreams all wrapped up in

That you carry around for a sniff or a
Or a in your haste to get right back on track
whack with the pack but acquiring the knack
Of ignoring the rustle quietly seethes
The hustle, the buy-it the air you breathe

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

Joo boo haa ooo