Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

Cheap and bullshit land
Told when to sit, know where you stand
Too recreating 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 you walk when the sun goes down, 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, love my
I must buy in Heinz Baked Beans
Too busy up, selling out, oh, selling off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for a breakdown
for a breakdown
Heading for a

Heading for a