Luyện nghe bài hát Not Another Day

She caught the bus at
That's in the AM for all you trust-fund kids.
And it's a 45 minute
If she in by 6, she'll catch another pink-slip.
And 3, and that means FIRED,
A thermice in the purse to help her keep wired.
The day-care where she the baby off,
God it's on the same block as the bus-stop.

By 5:30, halfway there,
And the back's already hurtin' from the plastic chair.
"Live to work, to live, to work, to live."
gotta feed the kid and give it all she's got to give.
Plus she's tryin'a catch a overtime,
If she stays 'til 4 she be home by 5.
her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones loud to drown out
But the same old

(Chorus)
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the old song.
Whoa, not another day.

like nobody even knew his name huh?
If he disappeared would they see the blank spot?
The only kids who might notice are the ones who push him up and down the hallways and in the rooms.
he looks at his bruises,
He wants to come to with a gun like those kids on the news did.
Nah man, they don't to die,
And he's the of kid that couldn't murder a fly.
I you get used to the life,
Maybe why he refuses to cry.
it on the chin,
it in stride,
What dosn't break you just makes you stronger

So he by himself on the school bus,
that today he wouldn't have to put his dukes up.
But just like any other they come to fuck off with his comfort can't wait for summer.
the same old song:

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not day of the same old song cumon.
Whoa, not another day.

Woke up at the break of dawn the city's blood-line starts to waste along.
The on those public buses is enough to bust you out of any daydream your stuck in.
I guess that's the chance you takin' you camp out infront of that transfer station.
And this got no answers to chase man, that's why he always sleeps near the transportation.
Pan-handling, transient freedom. Transplant not from region.
But when the starts to whisper its lips he knows enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits.

Childhood dreams washed down the
Both gone, no sisters, no brothers.
memories, strong paranoia,
While the same song in his head
over and over and over and it goes:

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the same old cumon.
Whoa, not another day.
Not another day of the same old cumon.
Whoa, not another day...