Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

Poor relations to Sam
no relation to the country man
Too busy 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 even love own

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

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

3 2 1 in terms
Win a life sentence and a mum perm
The individual's the state, in a state of

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

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

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

Wave your and waive your fate
The you claim is the one you hate
The victory you seek will come

Brutal views through eyes
See no future, hear no
Speak no truth to me or the people I

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

Heading for a
for a breakdown
Heading for a

Heading for a