Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite your pseudo-bohemian
And vaguely leftist of beliefs
You know nothing art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a vacuous soldier of the store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of 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 forward into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive, don't stick nose up at me

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

You spend your time sitting in with your friends
Pontificating to other
Forever competing for that one of self-aggrandizing glory
In you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the shallow pointless conversation
Oh, not worthy
When you walk by a of quote-unquote normal people
You to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same complex
Shared by the high school jocks who your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life about

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

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

of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the I've become
You're free to whine, it 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 elegantly
I worry about how this will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I 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, living a lie, hey, living a lie, hey, you're life is living a lie
You don't impress me, it
You don't me, admit it
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk this 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 have
Proud of myself and the loner become
You're free to whine, it not get you far
I do fine, my car and my
Guitar, go

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

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