Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite pseudo-bohemian appearance
And leftist doctrine of beliefs
You nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion
Prototypical
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store
You adhere to a set of standards and
That appear to be determined by an panel of hipster judges, bullshit
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and of music and art
Go analog baby, so post-modern
diving face forward into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive, don't stick your up at me

Yeah, do you have 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 with friends
to each other
Forever for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the spotlight
Holding dominion the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote people
You chuckle to patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority
Shared by the school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching

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

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

Proud of my life and the that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've
You're to whine, it will 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, making my hair disheveled
I about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social

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 me, admit 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 and the things that I have done
Proud of and the loner I've 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 yeah oh

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