Luyện nghe bài hát Work Song

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

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

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

I know son, was there somethin' 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 need the pay so the boss
Through the sludge mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead ah the kiddies 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 of the white folks' soil
Spoilin' with a malaise than disses or dope
Wakin' up in a haze with your wishes and
And your little dreams all wrapped up in burlap

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

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

Joo boo haa ooo