Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely doctrine of beliefs
You nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground magazine
non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store
You to a set of standards and tastes
That to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges, bullshit
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you're so
You're diving face forward a antiquated path
disgusting, its offensive, don't stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Yeah, what do you to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

You spend your sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each
Forever competing for that one of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the spotlight
Holding over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we're not
When you by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your a living hell
And you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life about

Yeah, what do you have to say for
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
And I say yeah, do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Cause I'm proud of my life and the that I have done
Proud of and the loner I've become
free to whine, it will not get you far
I do fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things I have done
Proud of and the loner I've become
You're to whine, it will not get you far
I do fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly
I worry about how album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme anxiety

You are a faker, it
You are a fraud, it
Yeah, you're living a lie, hey, living a lie, hey, life is living a lie
You impress me, admit it
You don't intimidate me, it
Why you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank, yeah

Yeah, do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
And I say yeah, do you

Proud of my life and the things that I have
Proud of myself and the I've become
You're to whine, it will not get you far
I do fine, my car and my
Guitar, go

I drift drift drift drift yeah
I drift drift drift drift yeah oh

And I am done this
I taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my
My car and my
So you'll to be, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead rest
I'm dead I'll rest way still
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest