Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

Cheap and tacky land
Told when to sit, don't know where you
Too recreating the past to live in the future

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

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

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

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

3 2 1 in others
Win a life sentence and a queen mum
The individual's the state, in a of siege

Do pop, press and mix, do tits and news
Say, the next one in the poor could be you
Too busy saying 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
Your

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

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

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

And when I grow up, I to be
All the things never been
And your opinion count for none

Heading for a
for a breakdown
Heading for a

Heading for a