Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

Shitty plastic prefab
Mind where you walk when the sun goes down,
Too busy hating others to even love own

on the beat again
Beating blacks for again
That's one way to get in the community

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

3 2 1 in terms
Win a life sentence and a queen mum
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 saying you to say what for
for, what for

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

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

Wave your flags and waive fate
The freedom you is the one you hate
The victory you seek never come

Brutal views brutal eyes
See no future, hear no
no truth to me or the people I love

And when I up, I want to be
All the you've never been
And your opinion will count for

Heading for a
for a breakdown
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