Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of
You know nothing art or sex
you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a vacuous soldier of the store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of judges, bullshit
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you're so
You're face forward into 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 have to say for
Whoa, whoa, whoa,

You spend your sitting in circles with your friends
to each other
Forever for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless
Oh, not worthy
When you by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to patting yourself on the back as you scoff
the same superiority complex
Shared by the high jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist
You spend every moment of your waking bitching about

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

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

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

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair disheveled
I about how this album will sell
Because I it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and to treat my extreme social anxiety

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

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

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

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

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