Luyện nghe bài hát Piss Factory

Sixteen and to pay off
I get this job in a piss factory pipe
Forty hours, thirty-six a week
But it's a paycheck,

So hot in here, hot Sahara
You could from the heat
But these bitches are too lame to understand
Too goddamned to get this job

To they're getting screwed up the ass
All these women, got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way suck hot sausage
But me, well, I sayin' too much neither

I was school girl, hard-working asshole
I I was speedo motorcycle
I had to my dough, had to earn my dough

But no, you gotta, you relate, babe
You gotta the rhythm within
Floor slides up to me and he says
"Hey sister, you're movin' too fast
You're up the quota
doin' your piece work too fast"

"Now you get off mustang, Sally
You goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere"
I layed back, I get my nerve up, I a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot Dot Hook and I say

"Hey, hey sister, it don't matter whether I do labor or slow
There's always more after
She's real Catholic, see, she fingers her cross and she
There is one reason, is one reason"

"You do it my way or I push your in
We you in the John
If you don't get off get off your mustang, Sally
If you don't it up, baby, shake it up, baby"

and shout, oh what I could will a radio here
James Brown 'I Lost Someone'
Or the Jesters and the and Georgie Woods
The guy the goods and Guided Missiles

But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no
Nothing but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster
Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's
All nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round
their bloom hoods like cats in mourning

Oh to me, they, you
To me they pretty damn free down there
Down there, not having to those smooth
Not having to smooth hands against hot steel

Not having to about the in-speed
The of in-speed of labor
Oh they put damn free down there
The way they smell, the way they
And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's sweat
I would rather the way boys smell

Oh, those schoolboys, way their legs
Under the in the study hall
That rising roses and ammonia
And way their droop like lilacs

Or the way they that forbidden acrid smell
But no, I gotta, I put clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel, me the wheel
Oh, the in-speed-o, slow motion inspection is drivin' me

In steel to Dot Hook, oh, we may look the same
Shoulder to shoulder 110 degrees
But I will never faint, I will never
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never

I refuse to lose, I to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony got to me
Every like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun to Dot Hook

And yeah, we look the
pumpin' steel, both sweatin'
But you she got nothin' to hide
And I got to hide here called desire

I got something to hide here desire
And I get out of here
You know the fiery potion is about to come
In my nose is the taste of

And I got nothin' to hide here, desire
And I'm gonna go, I'm get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm get on that train
And I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York

I'm gonna be
I'm getting, gonna get on train
Go to New York

I'm gonna be so big, I'm gonna be a big and I will never return
Never return, no, never return, to at this piss factory
And I will light, oh, watch me now