Luyện nghe bài hát Not Another Day

She the bus at 5:06
That's in the AM for all you little kids.
And it's a 45 minute
If she aint in by 6, catch another pink-slip.
And 3, and that means FIRED,
A coffee in the purse to help her keep wired.
The day-care she drops the baby off,
thank God it's on the block as the bus-stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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