Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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 hating others to even love your own

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wave your flags and your fate
The freedom you is the one you hate
The victory you seek never come

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

And when I grow up, I to be
All the things you've been
And your opinion count for none

Heading for a
for a breakdown
Heading for a

Heading for a