Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite your pseudo-bohemian
And vaguely doctrine of beliefs
You know about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges,
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
It's disgusting, its offensive, stick your nose up at me

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

You spend your sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to other
Forever competing for one moment 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 chuckle to yourself patting on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority
Shared by the high school jocks who your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist
You every moment of your waking life 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 of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner 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 and the loner I've become
free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar,

let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my elegantly disheveled
I worry how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the
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, a lie, hey, you're life is living a lie
You don't impress me, it
You don't intimidate me, it
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, this fucking plank, yeah

Yeah, what do you have to say for
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 I've
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 yeah oh

And I am with this
I wanna taste the of every great 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 I'll rest
When I'm dead rest way still
I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm I'll rest, I'll rest