Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

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

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

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

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

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

Joo boo haa ooo

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

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

Every another loss need the pay so please the boss
the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker ahead ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single

Joo boo haa ooo