Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

Cheap and tacky bullshit
Told when to sit, don't know where you
Too busy recreating the 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for a breakdown
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