Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions Of A Pop-group

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

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

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

Bobbies on the beat
Beating blacks for blues
one way to get involved in the community

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

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

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

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

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

Wave your flags and waive your
The you claim is the one you hate
The victory you will never come

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

And when I up, I want to be
All the things never been
And your opinion count for none

Heading for a
Heading for a
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