Luyện nghe bài hát Art is Hard

Cut it out
Your pain
getting too routine
The crowds are on
To the self-inflicted
Well, here we go
The art of weak
in love to fail
To boost cd sales
And cd sells
Yeah, a hit
You've got to
You gotta' to swim
If at first you don't, you succeed
You gotta recreate misery
we all know art is hard
Young have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try
The comforts of
Keep churning out hits
'Til all the same old shit

Oh, a verse!
Well, me fatigued
I'm hiding in the
In the cd jacket
Tired of
Some double-dipped
A soft serve
drunken angry slur
In thirty-one
You gotta' sink, gotta' sink, sink to swim
yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some tale
About a boy who his love affairs
You gotta' fake(fake!), fake(fake!), fake the
You better make(make!), make(make!), make it
You're break(break!), break(break!), break a leg
you get on stage
And they scream name
"Oh, is so cool!"

You sink, gotta' sink, gotta' sink to swim
Impersonate greater
'Cause we all art is hard
When we know who we are