Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

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

Bobbies on the again
Beating blacks for again
That's one way to get in the community

Love me, love my
I must buy shares in 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 poor house be you
Too busy saying you to say what for
What for, for

No time to spare, me a dime
The Great Depression is crime
Their confessions are written in your
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 your fate
The freedom you is the one you hate
The you seek will never come

Brutal views through 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 things never been
And your opinion will count for

Heading for a
Heading for a
for a breakdown

Heading for a