Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

Cheap and bullshit land
Told when to sit, know where you stand
Too recreating the past to live in the future

Poor to Uncle Sam
no relation to the country man
Too busy being else to be who you really are

Shitty prefab town
where you walk when the sun goes down, down
Too busy others to even love your own

Bobbies on the beat
blacks for blues again
That's one way to get involved in the

me, love my jeans
I must buy shares in Heinz Baked
Too busy up, selling out, oh, selling off

3 2 1 in others
Win a life and a queen mum perm
The the state, in a state of siege

Do pop, press and mix, do and news stew
Say, the one in the poor house could be you
Too busy thank you to say what for
What for, for

No time to spare, spare me a
The Depression is organized crime
Their are written in your blood
blood

Kiss your ass and dreams
Come back you've learnt to cry
To busy trying to be to see how weak you are

your flags and waive your fate
The freedom you claim is the one you
The victory you seek will never

Brutal views brutal eyes
See no future, no lies
Speak no to me or the people I love

And when I up, I want to be
All the things you've never
And your will count for none

Heading for a
for a breakdown
Heading for a

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