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 trip
If she in by 6, she'll catch another pink-slip.
And that's 3, and means FIRED,
A coffee thermice in the purse to her keep wired.
The day-care where she the baby off,
thank God it's on the same as the bus-stop.

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

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

Seems like nobody even knew his name
If he would they even see the blank spot?
The only kids who might are the ones who push him up and down the hallways and in the lunch rooms.
Sometimes he 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 type of kid 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 you stronger right?

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

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

Woke up at the break of dawn when the city's starts to waste along.
The generator on those public buses is enough to you out of any daydream your stuck in.
I guess the chance you takin' when 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. not from this region.
But when the wind starts to whisper its lips he enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits.

Childhood dreams down the gutter
parents gone, no sisters, no brothers.
Weak memories, paranoia,
While the song repeats in his head
over and over and over and over it

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