Luyện nghe bài hát Admit It

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Despite pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of
You nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store
You adhere to a set of standards and
That to be determined 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, 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 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 conversation
Oh, not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the as you scoff
the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist
You spend every moment of your life bitching about

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

Cause I'm of my life and the things that 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

Proud of my life and the things that I have
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 self-involved
I spend hours in of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album sell
Because I believe it will the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to 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, you're is living a lie
You don't impress me, it
You intimidate me, admit it
Why you bow down, get on the ground, walk 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 I have done
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 yeah oh

And I am done this
I wanna the breeze 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
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll