Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

Cheap and bullshit land
Told to sit, don't know where you stand
Too busy recreating the past to live in the

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

plastic prefab town
Mind where you walk when the sun down, down
Too busy hating to even love your own

Bobbies on the beat
Beating blacks for again
one way to get involved in the community

Love me, my jeans
I must buy shares in Baked Beans
Too busy buying up, selling out, oh, off

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

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

No time to spare, me a dime
The Great Depression is organized
Their confessions are written in blood
Your

your ass and dreams goodbye
Come back when you've to cry
To busy to be strong to see how weak you are

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

views through brutal eyes
See no future, no lies
Speak no truth to me or the I love

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

for a breakdown
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