Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

it
Despite your appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of
You know about art or sex
you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a vacuous of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of and tastes
That appear to be by an unseen panel of hipster judges, bullshit
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, so post-modern
You're diving 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 time sitting in circles your friends
to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing
In which you hog the spotlight
Holding dominion over the shallow pointless conversation
Oh, not worthy
When you walk by a of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the as you scoff
the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching

Yeah, do you have to say for yourself
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 things I have done
of myself and the loner I've become
You're to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my

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

Well let me you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how album will sell
Because I believe it will the amount of sex I will have in the future
I medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social 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 don't impress me, it
You don't me, admit it
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk 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 have
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, go

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

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