Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kiss ass and dreams goodbye
Come back when learnt to cry
To trying to be strong to see how weak you are

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

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

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

for a breakdown
Heading for a
for a breakdown

Heading for a