Luyện nghe bài hát Not Another Day

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

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

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

like nobody even knew his name huh?
If he disappeared would they even see the blank
The kids who might 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 to school with a gun like those kids on the news did.
Nah man, they deserve to die,
And the type of kid that couldn't murder a fly.
I guess you get 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,
Hoping that today he wouldn't to put his dukes up.
But like any other here they come to fuck off with his comfort can't wait for summer.
It's the same old

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the old song cumon.
Whoa, not another 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 bust you out of any daydream your in.
I guess that's the chance you takin' when you camp out infront of that station.
And this town got no answers to chase man, that's why he sleeps near the transportation.
Pan-handling, transient freedom. not from this region.
But when the wind starts to whisper its lips he knows to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits.

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

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