Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wave your and waive your fate
The freedom you is the one you hate
The victory you seek will never

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

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

Heading for a
Heading for a
for a breakdown

Heading for a