Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your flags and waive your fate
The freedom you claim is the one you
The victory you seek will come

Brutal through brutal eyes
See no future, no lies
no truth 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

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