Robot Killed The Working Man – Zach Bryan
Nghệ sĩ: Zach Bryan
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
Intro
Verse 1→ Phiên khúc
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This place don't smell like Winston's and whiskey no more.
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The feet don’t creep and creak the hard oak of a hard morning's floor
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And Grandmas old garden ain't what it used to be. There's rats on tomato's,and holes in the leaves.
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Fell in the yard where Grandad parked his car, before driving us to drive-Inns and breaking our hearts.
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Them quarters quit coming.
That engine quit running.
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That truck just stays sitting, with six kids in the kitchen
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Even though he was well trained, well read, and worked hard.
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The robot killed the workin man,
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Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands.
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Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land.
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Replaced a good book with machines in their hands.
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And sooner or later, more soon than not.
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Them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot.
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With no rhyme or reason, no helping hand. The day the robot killed the working man.
Instrumental
Verse 2→ Phiên khúc
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And this place don’t look like what it looked like when I was a kid.
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Can’t you see what a giant step for humanity did?
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And all of them callouses for palaces built in the sky boy
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mean nothing to the machine on the day the workin man dies boy.
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The robot killed the workin man,
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Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands.
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Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land.
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Replaced a good book with machines in their hands.
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And sooner or later, more soon than not.
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Them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot.
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With no rhyme or reason, no protest or stand. The day the robot killed the working man.
Instrumental
Verse 3→ Phiên khúc
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And brick by brick them Mullen boy's built this town.
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And brick by brick them bastards keep tearing me down.
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There's no one to be angry at everytime a working man falls.
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Just more ads for gambling and more ads for more of it all.
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The robot killed the workin man,
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Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands.
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Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land.
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Replaced a good book with machines in their hands.
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And sooner or later, more soon than not.
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Them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot.
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With no rhyme or reason, no helping hand. The day the robot killed the working man.