Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

Shitty prefab town
where you walk when the sun goes down, down
Too busy hating others to even love own

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

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

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

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
for, what for

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

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

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

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

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

Heading for a
for a breakdown
Heading for a

Heading for a